She walked a winter's day and--well?
‘Twas a real cold day in Hell,
For all around were shattered dreams
Like shards of ice from frozen streams
Where once flowed life’s eternal spring—
Forever dies, a fragile thing.
"Jesus loves me,” and she’d know"
That He walks where ere she'd go
And lo! upon
horizon's brow,
That wrinkled line twixt then and now,
Hope from God that now dim light
Will one day shine so full and bright,
But she knows, not, how it’ll be
One tiny candle lights a sea;
All she needs is faith to stand
On bedrock of The Father's land.
--Monty Wheeler
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