As I travel a Christ like way,
I sometimes get hit by cold hard hail.
My command is to walk and pray,
but my feet get punctured by rusty nail.
I am filled with joy but my heart still yearns,
but ‘no worries’ I say ’cause the great avail.
On that bright day when my Captain returns,
He will cure my ills and remove the veil.Kirk A. Booher