Cold is the night; the journey long,
Slowly and steadily I trudge along. Left behind life’s comfort and fun, To write the destiny I so much yearn. Unknown is the fate of my journey, And hidden are the perils and the pitfalls. I will stumble and fall I might, But He will pull me through the night. Then one day the sun will glimmer, Awaken new hopes and a dormant dreamer. With shivering hands I will hold the quill, And write the destiny I seek, I will. |