ETERNITY

Father, take my hand and lead,
Wherever we are going.
This path is not one I would choose;
I cry inside, not knowing,

How did we ever drift apart?
Why did I go astray,
Too proud to call out for help,
When lost along the way?

I bear the scars of foolish pride,
Now weary from the race.
I need you to guide me through this time,
At a gentler pace.

We'll take it slow and stop to rest;
I'll read your story through.
We'll talk, I'll listen, and then I'll know
What you want me to do.

I'll yield to you, my Father-God,
My Lord, and yet, my friend,
We'll make it home, together, where
Eternity begins.


J. Wallace