The Unknown

The Unknown By: Me
A plan behind the suffering
Compassion in the midst of tears
Breathing in the midst of dying
His presence more tangible and real

His word like fire
Clinging to each word for dear life
Waking up to fight each day
Hanging on to His rope with all my might

Questions left unanswered
Healing a slow progress
He;s about the journey
Not the event in itself

This to will pass
I'll look back with joy
Knowing I would not be who I am
If this journey I had not endured.