I found this poem during one of my middle of the night reading sessions. And as I am at the start of what is likely going to be a not-so-good sleep night, I am encouraged by it again. It is beautifully written. Enjoy.
In that lonely place ~ No friend can go ~ No brother can help ~ No loved on can know
I must crawl on ~ While you stay ~ Further still ~ Just watch and pray
In that lonely place ~ The cup is fought ~ To sip the pain ~ Or choose my lot
To claim my rights ~ Or cast them down ~ To gain my loss ~ Or scorn my crown
Life pivots there ~ In Further Still ~ Face to the ground ~ Fighting his will
Can’t choose to return ~ The same who went ~ Once Further Still ~ The old is spent
So remember me ~ And stay close by ~ I’ll need you soon ~ Right by my side
And pray me back ~ Til He has won ~ And throat is parched ~ From “Yours be done!”
Beautiful words by an amazing author. I love Beth Moore’s writings. Thank you for sharing.