Confessions

My hands have been raised in victory

My head has been bloodied by losses

I have experienced much joy

Whilst bearing my crosses

I have walked the various roads 

Trudged the many miles

I have questioned whether anyone knows

If this will truly be worthwhile?

But then I remember where my hope is

It is not within this vacant hole

My life is not my own but rather only His

Through it all it is well with my soul