Burdened with a sack of heavy load,
walking the rigid path of a worn road;
in faith and a moment to spare,
and hope for a new day to share.
For the way is bleak and narrow,
spurted with challenges and sorrow;
dreary as the darkened night,
the day slipped with each passer-by.
Doomed with a longing to swear,
at everything, when life is not fair;
helpless and in need of comfort,
no-one dared to give it a thought.
Life seemed too much to bear,
and discontentment was too close at the rear.
Never fear for the light is drawing nigh,
in the morrow when darkness will sigh.
Sometimes, a shadow dark and cold,
lay like a mist across the road,
but be encouraged by the sight,
where there's a shadow, there's a light.
May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 2:37 AM UTC
Burdened with a sack of heavy load,
walking the rigid path of a worn road;
in faith and a moment to spare,
and hope for a new day to share.
For the way is bleak and narrow,
spurted with challenges and sorrow;
dreary as the darkened night,
the day slipped with each passer-by.
Doomed with a longing to swear,
at everything, when life is not fair;
helpless and in need of comfort,
no-one dared to give it a thought.
Life seemed too much to bear,
and discontentment was too close at the rear.
Never fear for the light is drawing nigh,
in the morrow when darkness will sigh.
Sometimes, a shadow dark and cold,
lay like a mist across the road,
but be encouraged by the sight,
where there's a shadow, there's a light.
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