hope

a man walks down a muddy path;
slipping and sliding he hopes to find
by fixing his eyes on earth's far end
he walks on water without falling down.

wandering pilgrim throws care to the wind
like a kite flying high, a song will raise;
Until victory comes. my end insured
by a policy like iron, deductible free.

One day i'll see, a mirrored sea.
for now i trudge, in muddy greens
slipping and sliding dying to gain
and awaken glimpses of eternity

i have died. i will live
in a heavenly home.
i falter. i fail
He is faithful.
He brings me here.