Journey

[Anglican]

You start the journey on a high
The Spirit fires your soul
And everything is wonderful
As you head for your goal
But soon your wings run out of wind
You plummet to the ground
The airy, fairy, Christian walk
Is nowhere to be found.

The desert walk begins it’s trudge
You have to be refined
And every major, sinful smudge
Is magnified, you’ll find
But cling on tightly to His hand
And He will lead you through
The minefield that is Christian life
The one that’s meant for you.

 

[stormomar]

Great write, Mike, the 2nd verse reminds me a lot of a summary of pilgrims progress,
God bless,
Gordon