Still we walk on
The journey perfected
By the one who authors and finishes it
He who knows it
From the beginning to the end
He who designed it
In all it’s splendor and beauty
Tomorrow, when another day comes
I will rise with the sun
Rise to keep the journey moving
While silently learning more
Even when my heart cannot take it
I will walk tall and walk on
Patiently waiting, heart in my mouth
My smile widens, tears well up
Threatening to spill over and wash it all away
Her voice is in the wind “Inguva chete,”
Like the setting and rising of the sun
Only time will tell
Where my journey shall end
All this by His grace
The river flows. . .
