The Healing Journey
The walls go up
The walls come down
The body shakes
The body calms.
Up and down and round and round
The healing journey does not feel sound.
Yet onward I’ll persist to go
To a place that only You know.
The journey is hard, the journey is long,
But You’re always there to make me strong,
For on my own I am weak…I fall
But You pick me up and give me all
That I need to keep going just one more step,
One more day, one more week, one more month, one more year.
Help me, Abba,
Through the next hour
Keep me safe, Lord,
In Your tower.
April 24, 2005 12:55 a.m.