we are wanderers in a foreign land, exiles in search of home.
nomads who shift through dirt and sand.
Is this where we belong?
A desert, a wilderness.
A path made through promise of a kingdom paradise,
so close and yet so far away.
40 days and 40 years
are but a lifetime
our lives are but a wilderness
though we fast and pray
trials and temptations come our way
Be not fooled by Devil's sweet whispers
But continue past these 40 days
and though you fail in one way
There is One who fasted and prayed
overcame, and calls to you
"Behold, the Kingdom is near"
Repent.
mindlessly passed through to the end of Lent, and I didn't really fast and pray, what more succumbing to my sins. But a firm reminder of Jesus who succeeded in His fast and prayer, right through His passion, death and ressurection. Though I fail, He succeeds on my behalf, and has mercy on me.
