I walk into the dreary day –
I try to see the sun.
For answers and the healing pray.
I walk – keep pressing on.
I walk though fog, I walk through rain.
I walk through wind and snow.
I know that I don’t walk in vain,
For Christ knows where I go.
I know that this is not my home.
A longing draws inside.
It moves my heart and urges on,
To walk and to abide.
Here, as I pray for God to heal,
I trust His ways are right.
Ask Christ to show and to reveal
His ways and His delight.
I trust His precious hand to guide,
When healing doesn’t come,
When tears remain and hurts abide,
For this is not my home.
“Precious Father, the world tries to convince us that this is all we have.
Help us to set our minds and hearts on You, the Eternal God.
Help us to walk through the day with our eyes fixed on the goal, namely Christ and Eternity.
Help us to pray with a deep abiding knowledge of who You are.
Help us to accept Your answers to our prayers
in unwavering submission.
Help us to find joy in knowing that You work it all out for good for those who love You.”
I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus.