No one who puts a hand to the plow
and looks back
is fit for the realm of God.
—Luke 9.59
The journey’s joy will sometimes fade;
the labor will be hard.
Hold on, my friend. Hold on.
The cynical will mock your faith,
the angry will assault your place,
and doubts will rise. Hold on.
The road is rough, the goal is far,
the shouts of war, the jailer’s door
will echo loud. Hold on.
To what you know, and how you’ve been
brought through, and what you’re cradled in,
stay true, my friend. Hold on.
You won’t achieve great milestones,
but won’t give up on kindness.
Hold on, my friend, hold on.
Our hands are joined, our hearts are one;
these millions with you struggle on,
and you are held. Hold on.
Hold on, my friend, hold on.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
www.unfoldinglight.net
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