resting secure upon a mountain

high above a deep vast wilderness

I gazed beyond death valley

to a land called sweet holiness

on the other side Jordan

stretched a land rich and flowing

with the “promise of the Father”

bid a pilgrimage worth going

I climbed down from my comfort

to the cold dark depths below

and alone in the midnight

One met me I didn’t know

He had been there before

and He knew the way well

so I followed ever closely

as He led me thru this hell

twas a time I couldn’t stand

and He waited thru my rest

twas a time I had to crawl

but His words were, “do your best”

with fleeting life I reached Jordan

and at water’s edge I stooped to cry

when my new Friend lifted me up

and carried me across a river dry

  Now I say, That the heir, as long as he is a child, differeth nothing from a servant, though he be lord of all; But is under tutors and governors until the time appointed of the father. Even so we, when we were children, were in bondage under the elements of the world: But when the fulness of the time was come, God sent forth his Son, made of a woman, made under the law, To redeem them that were under the law, that we might receive the adoption of sons.

What we are seeing here is the race for the prize, so run, that you may obtain! 

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All Scripture taken from KJV

Art & Poetry by James Jones