Where am I?
I can't see.
For the manyth time I'm in a place
challenging the depth of my faith.
Is it shallow?
But wait and see.
The Lord holds my hand
to show me the land
and bring me to my knees.
Moving. We're moving.
And the ground becomes a blur
as I trust in the Maker of the Heaven
and the Earth.
Keep me. Keep me. Keep me, I pray.
That I'll fly above the stones, of Lord,
and be protected from the weeds.
He takes me to a better place,
one I've never known.
And all of my past fades,
despite my yearning
to hang on.
All that is before me is purity and light,
a freshness that can't be explained.
No wonder the enemy wanted my mind;
This new place could only be
reached by faith.
m. e. weyerbacher // 10.24.21