Towards a promise
In the rear view there are winding roads Wide as far as the eye can see Clear sky, smooth asphalt, no speed limit Nothing slowing us down The top is down Wind whipping our hair into a tangle Pure joy and exhilaration Always toward a promise of …something In the rear view there are winding roads Twisted and jagged across root exposed earth Threatening punctured tires and bloody heels Forcing us off our desired paths Questioning our journey, we never stopped. Too much was at stake. Curiosity kept us moving forward Always toward a promise of…something Seekers of truth, Of the promises of God when she says I am with you, Look how far you’ve come Down roads of sorrow, of pain, of uncertainty You didn’t know where you were going, Yet you followed anyways Always toward a promise of…something. Our pathway to the manger is illuminated now, bright star exposing the thorns and temptations that slow us do...