I’m troubled by ghosts from the past
Which for a time were gone but not forgotten
Who now come carrying lash
I’m troubled by the future gates
That I cannot yet see
Destined to walk through
I’m troubled by this lonesome day
Having no one to comfort me in my sorrow
He that tamed me
Yet might slay me
Resurrection’s quest
Forever in my chest
Even entombed
I shall hear His voice
And rejoice
To see Him stand upon the earth
Still I Will
Steel my Will
Strengthen my Heart
For the journey that lies ahead.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
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