As We Traverse the Landscapes

Like travellers, We cross this arid land Aiming at the city of rest. As we traverse the landscapes We may, of a truth, sully our feet With besetting dust of sin But we must from time to time Remember Calvary, the place of cleansing Where mercy flows immeasurably We go through marketplaces Let’s be pleased with divine supplies Lest we are tangled with vanities of life We faint many a time But we are resuscitated; we move on We despair not. We shall win! We are soldiers in the warfare Let’s fight, holding onto the cross