I walk into the dreary day –
I try to see the sun.
For answers and the healing pray.
I walk – keep pressing on.
I walk though fog, I walk through rain.
I walk through wind and snow.
I know that I don’t walk in vain,
For Christ knows where I go.
I know that this is not my home.
A longing draws inside.
It moves my heart and urges on,
To walk and to abide.
Here, as I pray for God to heal,
I trust His ways are right.
Ask Christ to show and to reveal
His ways and His delight.
I trust His precious hand to guide,
When healing doesn’t come,
When tears remain and hurts abide,
For this is not my home.
“Precious Father, the world tries to convince us that this is all we have.
Help us to set our…
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