In heavy thudding steps
my mind an utter blur
thru' the many narrow paths
manifold grief at Gethsemane...
I must thread where I dread
or I die with no bread...
thru' the deathly scary scenes
thru' the ocean's fluttering waves
Sinister winds howl along the way
with teary eyes I trudge
my faith to the test I rest
manifold grace is all see
the sun sets late I know
New Dawn surely tarries
but when I look up to the Skies
strength a-new I can't resist
A mere mortal I am
tossed by storms' raging sound
but My Faith is in the Ray
my Master's voice I must obey...
An original poem written by me.
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