WHEN CLOUDS FURROW YOUR BROW
When dark clouds crease your brow in your life’s path,
Lessen not your pace walking in the dark,
Shadow’s gloom may cover your face awhile,
Heaven’s Son that made them has watching smile,
Hidden from downcast eyes of transfixed gaze.
Sun’s rays make silver linings in cloud’s maze,
No matter your waiting for rendezvous
Pain endures the soul for a night! It’s true!
But in the morn’ comes joy’s radiant sight!
Soon ‘twill be dawning day of hope and light,
Then your own woe will not long be your plight,
Your knees may be feeble, hands hung not right,
But grace will lift them! Soon will go the frown.
He makes straightened paths for your feet; new sound.
Lame steps once cowered in grief, He makes bound;
Once a flagging dawdler, now leaps on ground,
Former hapless walk becomes a quicker stride,
Vim’s vigour born on hope’s rising tide.
“Laugh at impossibility!” faith cried.
The fading night of darkness has belied:-
Righteous faith, stark, leaping grace from on high.
Where is your flight carrying sparks of light?
Youth renewed, mounting up in eagle-flight?
Will-o-the-wisp has gone; true glow leads on:
The Lord has taken your hand with a song.
John David 2020