Beautiful Journey

Tired
Weary
Weak and worn
Sitting here wishing
This dreadful storm

Would pass
I can’t last
In this torrential rain
Every drop feels like
A heavier weight

Wind in my face
Whipping
I can hardly move
Circumstances awry
When will they improve?

Shall I faint?
Must refrain
From giving in
My strength isn’t small
In You I will win

I have to press
Sooner or later
A season of rest
Will come
Until then

I move forward
My eyes on You
Blessings to come
You will see me through

There is beauty in the press

– Jarrod Brown

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