By Gene Black
Here with my faith I stand in a valley
Surrounded by fear, my losses I tally.
Fear, I have little.
I feel a strong hand.
My soul reaches out grasping, hoping.
Admiring the wonder, I travel this land.
I seek truth in beauty, my path upward sloping.
Herewith, content I will be, and yet I still seek
The wonder of wonders, a Holy mystique
Words and Image by Gene Black. All Rights Reserved.