Press On ~ Poetry

PC: Mama

Press On

I rise to a new day, the breath still fills my lungs, and the pulse still rushes through my veins.

I press on.

God's love still overwhelms me, His grace still amazes me hour by hour.

I press on.

The sun still rises, and sets, the moon still shines, and the stars still burn 

So I press on.

I press on, ever viewing the prize, the vision of heaven, waiting patiently for the day when this feeble flesh, and spirit will be made new, and complete.

Resting in the goodness of God and setting my hand to the tasks He has given me.

I press on.

Redeemed and chosen I press on , daughter of the most High King.

~Ms. H