Wednesday, July 09, 2008

A Journey

On the cliff
looking down to the dreary gorge
would I fall
utterly shattered?

This tough journey
steep rocks
piercing weather
yet a scenery.

When I slipped
and into depths I fell
there Thy hands
cushioned and cared.

Strenghten my feeble legs
hold me fast
'tis not a lonely exile
'tis a journey home.

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