we’ve known these so well in our time.
All trouble and strife? No, my dear, I must thank you.
Yes! Thank you, for both, just the same!
Urge me upward toward love’s highest meaning:
To see Him who’s loved me, joining time’s greatest Song,
And hear, “Welcome, my child, take my Name.”
But desolate valleys, sharp, lonely and cold,
Dark warnings of man’s worst last report:
His terrible stare, His host in deep silence,
Then His fierce, loud and final, “Depart!”
For all these I thank you, even more love’s great Author,
for all these prepare us for Him.
Thus far we have climbed, thus far we have faltered:
Could we climb a bit further, my heart?
Could we brave what’s ahead? Laughter, sorrow–yea, “life”?
All waiting, God-measured, to help us?
Whether forward or back, whether one path or two,
From my heart, for these months, I thank you.
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1 Tim // May 30, 2007 at 3:07 pm
So how’s that going?
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