My Journey
Written by Joan G***** 10/19/2007
As I looked in the mirror that was placed on my heart’s core.
I took a walk down a not often strolled path, to memory shore.
There was a cross at the edge of the path just as I entered in.
It was there for me to empty my large collection of unrepented sin.
Choking vines of sin, that attest to the life once I did live.
But on each leaf the blood stained words were written, I forgive.
And as I strolled along, in that somehow familiar place.
I realized how much that I had used, Jesus’ wonderful grace.
There were delicate flowers on a weary looking tree limb.
On each tiny white petal, the word hope was written on them.
I saw doorways that had written on them the words, lost chances.
I couldn’t see inside them, for they were blocked by many branches.
I noticed at times the path got very stony, it hurt to take another step.
But I heard a familiar voice say to me, I was always there to help.
There was a pool of dark water, that I had to step over to get about.
I didn’t think I could do it, then I saw the name of the pool, it was doubt.
Then as I took my courage and leaped with all my might, I knew I had won.
For I heard that same familiar voice say, my faithful servant well done.
There is a fountain in this place, that pure water flows from.
I’ve never thirsted again, since that first time that I drank some.
As I stand on this path I can see a faint light, always ahead of me.
And as I walk faithfully toward it, the brighter it seems to be.
As I exit the path of memory, and I still see that light brightly burn.
I know that the light is Jesus, and I’m waiting for His return.
The path of life is not always smooth, nor is it always straight.
But I must in fact walk on it, till I reach Heaven’s golden gate.
God Bless, love hugs kisses