THE WALK
Life’s journey is a difficult one.
The rays of sunshine can be torturous; the winds can be bitingly cold, the stars at night can look with disfavour on the sons of men.
This journey is adorned with deceptions and lies, fake exhibitions and wanton beliefs.
It’s an arena full of the cruelest and the most wicked escapades.
My mind winds in the labyrinths of confusion and tears my soul into shredded pieces rendering my thoughts inactive.
Even in this there’s peace at the end of the storm.
God will show up in the midst of the turmoil and breathe His breath of freshness.
He’ll wrap me in His arms and comfort me under the shadow of His wings.
My end will be grace; my heart will soar in the heights of freedom once again and the sun that once tortured me will become my hub of comfort.
Oh this my soul knows very well that with Christ in the vessel, I’ll smile at the storm. It’s well with my soul. Selah.
Reynold Adjei
