The Journey

Walking where I hear
The sounds of rain
I feel the drops
On my skin

Blurred vision
Tears and rain
Across a dreary meadow
Waits the place of freedom

No matter the risk
There is always life
I will never
Look back

Beauty for my ashes
Joy for mourning
A decaying body
For glory yet to be revealed

A long way to go
Climbing up the hills
A vast wilderness
That requires plowing

Fighting for freedom
Received in grace sufficient
That which I never knew
I had found

Emotions swirling
Spirit speaking
Heart beating
Eyes beholding

Passing through groaning earth
Until New Jerusalem shines
Before me
In just a little while

Face to face