wasnít the rocky, slow traveling over a dusty trail that I sought after;
it wasnít the occasional cloud-burst
brought terrifying strikes of lightening,
so much rain that flash floods became a threat,
we trudged through the now muddied mire of our path,
causes me to plod along;
it wasnít the back-breaking, sun-baking,
days of inching forward,
to go into a night of freezing, Supper-less, sleepless hours,
I came into this place;
is the meadow that is seen from the over-look off the ridge,
river which runs rich with the source of future homes,
crops, future lives,
the abundance of provision found in the forested valleys,
has made me work so hard,
order to receive such treasure.
soul yearns for Heaven;
spirit longs for the presence of our Heavenly Father;
entire being desires to linger in the midst of Godís radiant warmth;
this lifeís journey is worth the effort it takes
see us arrive there.
are my strength, O Lord, You will see me through.
glory of Thy Kingdom awaits those who seek after Your eternal riches.
is given by You,
this life is served in working for You.
roads will be paved with gold,
what is a few more earthly roads
we yet need to trudge a crossed?
us on, O Lord, drive on.
final rest is worth struggles of this earth,
I will drive on, O Lord, I will drive on.
Drive On by Ronhales Hebrews 12: 1-2