When storm
clouds fill me with regret
it seems so
easy to forget
The face of
Him who owns the sky,
my very
wings and strength to fly.
And though I
know I need to see
the evils
that encompass me,
I mustn't
let them hold my gaze,
or I'll be
lost within their maze.
So I cry,
Lord help me view
all the
goodness that is You,
and look
beyond this pain and fear,
allowing You
to draw me near.
To that
final day when our eyes shall meet,
when I can
kiss your nail scarred feet
And own the
prize, won in the race,
eternal
gazing on your face.
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