Not the End of the Road
I SEE THE BEND
When I'm bogged down by fears,
Crumbling under life's great load,
When I'm blinded by tears
Nearing the end of the road,
Then my God interferes,
As my True Friend on the road,
He carries me and cheers,
I feel His mercy bestowed;
When He's LORD of all spheres,
It's not the end of the road,
My mind's fog disappears,
I see the bend of the road.
01~12~17
Copyright © Joanna Daniel | Year Posted 2017
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