Down from the hill
Traveling still
From the heights
Of His revelation
Into the land
Of vision dim
Grip slipping
From granted precision
Testing each step
Slowing the pace
Hobbled by
Numbing indecision
Then ’tis the time
To call to mind
What you learned
By illumination
Nothing to fret
No ending yet
Remember
’Tis the year of the Lord’s favor
And the rescue
By our loving Savior.
RWOz2