As sojourners, Yah is present every place we roam Treasures in Heaven, seeking our true home On a journey to a future destination With each step, we trust in our salvation Through rocky terrain and parched wilderness Every sight of beauty is met with gratefulness In sowing and reaping; feasting and fasting We walk toward the city with life everlasting Not yet arrived, we become passers-by Giving it all, to ourselves we must die Choosing to rejoice in what’s temporary We await the eternal sanctuary Striving to enter the gates of the sheepfold Diligently watching as prophecy unfolds Nations enraged; the world in disarray Yet beyond the dark night, is a bright day Until the darkness is dispelled by the light of dawn We’ll continue to sojourn and keep pressing on
I really appreciate this poem! Any sojourners would relate these words. I especially like the last paragraph.
Amen. We keep pressing on. 🥹❤️