To The Very End
Standing right beside me, never losing a step,
Is the One whom I need, the One who never left.
I could speak of His goodness, or even his greatness,
But the one thing of which I could never speak, is His lateness.
For He is always on time, His designs are always perfect,
Just take a look around you, to see the effect.
I know not where the road leads, or where my journey shall take me,
But I know I’m being called to be even more gutsy.
For just as the Holy One walked on the waters,
I too need to step out, with other faithful sons and daughters.
To the very end I am with you, a great man once said,
I echo these words back until the very day I am dead.
For the one thing I cannot live without, is not wealth or fame,
But is the Holiness of Jesus, Praise His name.
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