Thinking about those who most feel their age and their aging....
Like a weary pilgrim,
With flesh and spirit contending,
I yearn for Jordan and
This life's ending.
Like a weary pilgrim,
Tent grown tattered,
Sand and wind stormed rimm'd,
Heart and eyes increasingly dimmed.
Like a weary pilgrim,
Travel stained and sore
How I yearn to serve
Until I reach Heaven's door.
Like a weary pilgrim,
With flesh and spirit contending,
I yearn for Jordan and
This life's ending.
Like a weary pilgrim,
Tent grown tattered,
Sand and wind stormed rimm'd,
Heart and eyes increasingly dimmed.
Like a weary pilgrim,
Travel stained and sore
How I yearn to serve
Until I reach Heaven's door.
Labels: Like a weary pilgrim
posted by Ebeth | 4:12 PM
1 Comments:
You may not know it by looking st me, but I am thinking of Heaven more and more as I traverse this barren and sin-filled world.
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