Blessings Still Come

A poem, a song

You may not know what is to come

But there is a One who takes you there

Not only to show up on the other side

But to walk with you, in stride

There is a way out, over

Through

Through muck and grime

The kind that doesn’t easily

Scrub away

But eventually clears

a way

forward

a path forged

only through

But there is

a way

through

He will be there every step of

the way

and you will

come through

come through

go through

so much is waiting

for you

breath through

live through

you are here

already ready

for this

it is waiting

for you

come through