As I journey towards my eternal abode
Along the path which my Saviour has showed
I’m not worried of the myriad curves and bends
As long as He His hand to me lends
I know not of the rocks and cliffs
Nor the direction in which the stormy wind threatens to drift
I know not of the deserts my way
Nor of the deep dark waters that would meet me halfway
Yet I keep walking on along the pathways
His radiant effulgence being my hope and stay
Whence this thoroughfare would end
On His holy and perfect will would depend
Each day makes the wait a tad less
For me to meet Jesus in His luminous finesse
TORCHBEARER 