Saturday, August 17, 2013

The Between, by Rebekah

Here in the Woods Between,

I tremble and be still.

And I hear the Master sing,

Softly stating His will.

I bow, I listen;

Perhaps I may wonder.

But however incomprehensible,

On His Path I do not wander.

It has a purpose,

The greatst of plans.

Wherever the direction,

I will go to those lands.

Lord, please aid me.

I am so confused.

So weak, and shallow minded.

Hold my hand.  Carry me through.

I'm sorry, I'll get up.

I will stand and fight again.

When I reach the Final Waters...

You'll be with me, even then.

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