The poem below was penned by my friend's dad who is suffering in the hospital with/from cancer. His perspective is humbling, and his faith inspires me. The picture is of him a few days ago (picture and poem used by permission)...
The road is often narrow
and the path is often steep,
but my heart will rest by peaceful streams
with the Shepherd of the sheep.
with the Shepherd of the sheep.
Rejoice my soul in valleys
and fields of lily white,
The morning star will soon appear
and chase away the night.
Take wing ye burdens to that lonely hill,
and cast thy yoke beneath the tree
where His blood is flowing still.
So be strong my heart and praise Him
when waters are so deep,
The path you trod is quite well known
to the Shepherd of the sheep.
1 comment:
beautiful...this needs to be sung
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