AROUND THE BEND

The valley was steep,
At times I wavered,
I was on a wagon train
  with no end,
Hold on, I thought, it's just
  around the bend,
But there was no end. No end.
The valley grew steeper,
I sank into despair,
The burdens overcame me,
I felt darkness everywhere,
Hold on, I thought, it's just
  around the bend,
But there was no end. No end.
Days turned into months turned
  into years,
I did not endure with grace,
  or so I thought,
Until someone said, "God has
  blessed you with faith,"
I had been too busy looking
  at the end,
While God had been taking me
  around the bend.
     
  Barbara Betty Weiser
copyright 1999, 2000
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