We never
know when it will come,
The call
that brings us home.
We may live 90
years or more
Above the
peaceful loam,
And never
see the night
Before we’ve
walked into the warmth
Of His
enduring light.
Because we
can’t conceive
Of how close
death walks by our side,
Despite what
we believe.
We need to
keep in mind
The Words by
which we’re called live,
The path
we’re meant to find.
And laid the
path to walk,
But it’s our
choice to follow Him
Or simply
talk the talk.
From what we’re
called to do,
It matters
that we keep our eyes
On Him who
leads us through.
And go too
far astray,
We may not have
found our way back
When we come
to that day.
And where
You’ve walked, follow.
So, when it’s
my turn to come home,
I won’t have
far to go.
Then Jesus
said to his disciples, “Whoever wants to be my disciple must deny themselves
and take up their cross and follow me.
Friday, August 30, 2024
Staying On The Path
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