Across the great divide,
Awaits a sight to see.
I wish then, I could fly
To glimpse eternity.
Yet with my slowing run
Along the narrow path,
My time still is not done;
Here, there's more to be.
My soul’s in waiting pain,
In wishing that there’s more.
I saw oncoming rain,
Another burden bore.
Trying not to slip
In chasms, either side.
And found the burdens fit,
Which shook me to my core.
Across the trodden path
Where many others walk.
I saw they all could last,
Their burdens all in stock,
Within a carriage black;
Unknowingly they led
Toward the chopping block,
Their choices on their head.
Across the great divide,
Between the truth and me.
I find that I have cried,
The tidings so oblique.
Yet hope still shows its face
In the spire way ahead
Showing me there’s grace,
Which my failings it defeats.
So though the trodden path I walked,
There waits a coming life.
Down the narrow way I flock,
With burdens and the strife.
For knowing there’s a sight to see
Down the harder way I’ll be,
My Burdens strapped upon back,
Plodding to eternity.
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