Push hard my friend don't ever bend, before the seething dust.
Protect yourself though clothed in flesh when winds in anger gust.
Don't tremble in the gathering dusk, as storm clouds shield the light.
Though time may vanish with dark's flood, the hawk rides winds in flight.

Tread softly in the glistening dew, as day descends to night.
As shadows tease the mind, don't fear, your faith will grant you sight.
As trust will guide the pilgrim's steps, God levels hill and slope.
and though the thorns and snares hold sway death's shadow can't steal hope.

The eagle soars where none will dwell above the valley floor,
He does not fear though thunder roars, he flies near Heaven's door.
God brings the daylight to the dawn, He grants the dove its flight,
if He can set the stars in place, then He can grant one sight.

It is the Lord who forms the clouds, in season brings the rain,
though darkness reigns He can be found, you'll never search in vain.
So bring your prayers, in faith cry out, don't faint when you draw near.
He'll never let you wander lost, nor dwell in pain or fear.

R.Owen 8/10/2022 Isaiah 41: 8-10