Wearying and wondrous, this wondering way.
I have heard of a place of rest,
Where beggars become princes
And ever-deepening joys are endless
A kingdom that welcomes all who seek it,
All who long to know it's King,
He who beckons us, "come and see".
The one who makes a heart to sing.
My eye sees many paths twisting and turning,
Over the mountains, Across the great divide,
Only one will take me there,
That place where my heart resides.
There come traps, dangers and lost companions.
Pains, sorrows and joys... every kind.
There! I see that sweet, sweet bastion
At the end of this path, this narrow line.
Bruised and broken I trod this difficult track
Bleeding but not beaten, Hoping in my hope secure.
Though it be painful and my hardships many,
I have fountains of joy forever more.
Yet, there is a snare, much worse than the pain,
The wonders of this world can easily distract,
Making my heart grow lame.
Be careful, my eyes, to see the wonders for what they are...
Merely signs the Great King has posted,
To bring His sons and daughters from afar
My heart be heavy and my soul laden
With just enough hope for today...
Knowing that this is not my home,
Only a wearying and wondrous, wondering way.
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