
I'm not really one for poetry but this struck me, and this picture that I took recently seemed to go along with it.
Beams of heaven as I go,
through this wilderness below,
guide my feet in peaceful ways,
turn my midnights into days.
When in the darkness I would grope,
faith always sees a star of hope,
and soon from all life's grief and danger,
I shall be free someday, I shall be free someday.
Often-times my sky is clear,
joy abounds without a tear,
though a day so bright begun,
clouds may hide tomorrow's sun.
There'll be a day that's always bright,
a day that never yields to night,
and in its light the streets of glory
I shall behold someday, I shall behold someday.
Harder yet may be the fight,
right may often yield to might;
wickedness a while may reign;
Satan's cause may seem to gain.
But there's a God that rules above,
with hand of power and heart of love,
and if I'm right, he'll fight my battle,
I shall have peace someday, I shall have peace someday.
Burdens now may crush me down,
disappointments all around,
troubles speak in mournful sigh,
sorrow through a tear-stained eye.
There is a world where pleasure reigns,
no mourning soul shall roam its plains,
and to that land of peace and glory,
I shall want to go someday, I shall want to go someday...
I shall want to go someday.