Holding On.

A rope hanging miles from above,

I cannot see its beginning save for its love,

Connected to You as You sit on Your throne,

Here I am, holding on.

To tarry upwards mean burn for my hands,

Still moving forward meant safety in Your plans,

This journey is difficult; so high to ascend,

Though surrounded by distractions, remember the end.

By grace You have let down this rope,

Keeping us in sight and actions in scope,

Though sometimes we falter, delay or sulk,

We'll carry on with the gloves You have provided.

One day finally this journey will end,

And we'll look down the path we came,

Evil and pain far far away,

The rope filled with our yesterdays.

It will be hard,

It will be pain,

But hold on so tightly,

Till the end,

For wherever you stop on the way,

As long as you hold on,

He will pull you to safety.