We are rowing as it were
Ever closer to a Shore
Where Time; a spark, will be no more
Gray mists of the unknown
Hang twixt us and One
But we do not row alone
We trust, we pray, we learn
Until our ‘no return’
..and then, from earthen slope
Through Time’s mist-veil we grope
To touch the Hand of Hope
We are rowing to a Shore
Time is a transient Door
To forever-ever-more
But for The Victory through His blood
I would tremble at this thought
Grace, sweet grace; the gift of God
© Janet Martin
All three poems and musings today have added joy to my day. Thank you for sharing the singing of your Spirit.
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