Visions
Never Forsaken
The torrential rain pours down
over the cracked, parched earth
running off uselessly.
The torrid sun beats down relentlessly
over a barren, empty land,
far from a city,
far from a farmhouse,
far from anything.
People call this
a Godforsaken place.
Yet to the wandering
Christian Pilgrim
God is in this place,
so build an altar,
see with eyes of faith,
angels ascending and descending
the ladder between Earth and Heaven
The Spirit in our hearts shows us Christ,
the ladder to Heaven!
Always connected, never forsaken!
All graces and blessings
come through Him,
angels to minister to us,
by Him we ascend to Heaven
to one day dwell forever,
bathed in the glorious Light of God!
over the cracked, parched earth
running off uselessly.
The torrid sun beats down relentlessly
over a barren, empty land,
far from a city,
far from a farmhouse,
far from anything.
People call this
a Godforsaken place.
Yet to the wandering
Christian Pilgrim
God is in this place,
so build an altar,
see with eyes of faith,
angels ascending and descending
the ladder between Earth and Heaven
The Spirit in our hearts shows us Christ,
the ladder to Heaven!
Always connected, never forsaken!
All graces and blessings
come through Him,
angels to minister to us,
by Him we ascend to Heaven
to one day dwell forever,
bathed in the glorious Light of God!
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