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.
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