When my time comes to walk the gauntlet
From Here to There
Lord, help me to focus laser-like on the Golden City
Eyes straight ahead
Propelled by the joy that lies before
Undaunted by lurching darkness
Nipping at my feet
Or howling wind-like
‘Gainst my heaven-leaning gait.
Remind me that my feet are shod with the Gospel of Peace
And my head is covered with the Helmet of Salvation
And that all my times, including this unfamiliar time,
Are in your nail-scarred hands
That hold me tight in a grasp as deep as grace and
Unshakable as a Kingdom without end.
© 2009 Nancy Gerst
"When I soar to worlds unknown . . .
Let me hide myself in Thee."
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