To a far off land my heart is drawn
As I look beyond my life's present landscape.
I envision pristine vistas of hope
Just beyond the rise of the distant mountains.
Tinged with doubt I wonder if my dreams have merit,
An uncertain pilgrim filled with curious hope.
The pain of broken promises and pensive silence
Shrouds the obvious path of the way ahead.
The tears I shed erode the silent veil,
Revealing secret grief borne deep inside.
Raw emotion bubbles down within,
Soothed only by the Holy Spirit's balm.
Dare I risk my heart to renewed dreams?
Shall I lay them on the line again?
My only certain path is to follow Jesus
As I trust him with my life's changing landscape.
By Glen Alan Woods
June 2006
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