The highs and lows of this here life
Had tossed him 'bout till hope stood still.
The poisonous sting of death’s remains,
he’d taken bravely with no remorse.
A wandering traveler without a guide,
lost in sorrow and  tarnished dreams.
Found not he a tearful eye,
when sharing how he was left behind.
Then saw he  way afar,
a pensive Stranger now appear,
He seemed to have a nail pierced hand,
Outstretched to him the lonesome traveler.
He couldn’t help but hold it dear.
It was a touch he long had needed.
It held him fast through desert storms
and gently wiped his lingering tears.
Howbeit this stranger knew his name
and told  him how he was not the same.
This lonesome traveler He met before
had now become a friend of a King.
Hand in hand they journeyed on
Until they reached  precious Beulah land.
The gates were pearl, the raiment white .
The streets were gold and twas never night .
The music was sweet and the streams were pure.
All things there were a joy n delight,
a rest for the  weary and abode for the dreary.
The lonesome traveler was finally home

A brief story of my life. Although the poem has ended but God's pen still writes for me. The journey has not yet ended.

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J Ann Crowder
over 3 years

I felt this applied to my life. I can definitely relate. Life teaches us hard lessons sometimes. I'v realized I'm never truly alone.

African Child
almost 4 years

Thank u so much.

D. Thurmond   aka  JEF (James Everett Falcon)
almost 4 years

Well done, a very soothing vision.

African Child
almost 4 years

Thank you , indeed a wonderful promise.

Ingeborg von Finsterwalde/Waltraud I Mack
almost 4 years

What a comforting promise to know when we reach that place all will be well. A beautiful poem.

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