I stand not yet tall enough
On this earthen floor of faith.
Yet I know my sighs are tended from afar,
Though faint and distant as they are.
His Mystery is my momentary path of Hope.
Mystery here, certain resurrection there.
The Mighty One knows my all
And quiet desperation.
The Drummer beats…..
Steady…steady…keep watch by night,
Knowing He is always
[Editor’s note: This is an illustration by Reagan Word, not a photo!]
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