Friday, October 23, 2015


I know not what is to come
I barely know what's been
Eyes remain on what's ahead
For, what's behind me?  Sin.

But I know the Lord has said
His treasure's up above
I will not find it, looking back.
From heaven comes his love.

There are many things I lack
Which I'd take, if I could.
But these are not what I'll need
To make this journey good

When I'm hungry, He will feed
With food that's surely blessed
I'll let go of where I'm from.
Then, only, he'll grant rest.

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