Through It All Poem by yvonne stine

Personal pain and paths that I have trod
Through it all you are the rock in which I hide
In you I will always and forever abide
With depths unknown
As I trust you through green pastures
The place in which I have come to know so well
Running through the fields of laughter
Oh such joy and peace
Oh to walk alongside the saviors blessed feet
Ahhh, the Master comes
Oh how I long for His presence
But somehow I always seem to run
Why I do this? I do not yet know
Yet He always bids me, 'come'
The answers to life's questions I do not yet know
I do know the guide in which we all can be restored

written by: Yvonne M. Stine August 7,2014