Finish Well

Through trials and plans through darkest hour into troubles and peaks of the joys we devour Where all is not finished until a life is complete: friends tended, gardens mended, homes built on unyielding stone In the final days of a fading thought in the obscurity of oldness grown Where life is less than it could have been and all that is left is you In the end of all: Integrity summed up not in how we began in the midst of tribulation Nor, what we did along the way When walking into the darkest valley and having stumbled on feet of clay how will you finish? I pray you finish well.