The quietness does not call me to hide away
Yet it beckons me to draw near
Misty and cold, foggy and silent
To take this time of sweet surrender.
The breeze brushes against my face
To the Heavenly realm an Eternal atmosphere
I can see the green from the ground
A sign of times changing ready for Springs embrace.
My soul grows faint within me, My Spirit fights
“Stay focused, see more, look deeper still
As the thick clouds cover the land
Imagine the mansions and the Glorious thrill.
Dewdrops from the trees above off the dry branches
Soon the leaves will flourish and look alive
It does not look like that now but in time
All the season has brought, will have the tree thrive.”
If the things that I have endured until now
Have been to make me strong in the Faith race
I have failed but can see a little more
That I too will take my weakness in grace.