The Second Book of Inspirational Poetry byIrene Beales
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A pillar of cloud by day
And fire by night.
Oh what joy to travel the road
In such shade and light.
So privileged were those ancient people
Guided by celestial light -
And shaded by day under the glory of cloud
They walked as in a forest - sheltered from the bright sunlight.
We too are among the privileged
And share in this wonderful joy,
The light and shade of Gods glory
Covers us - as in His service we employ.
There's times when we walk in the valley
And there's nothing but shade it seems,
Life has lost its Joy - 'til one day
Way in the distance - we catch a glimpse of a lone sunbeam.
Other times a burning fire of desire
Fills our hearts to the full.
We pray for His leading - as we feel His pull,
And for strength - His precious will in our lives to fulfill.
Oh the joy of being part of Gods family,
And plain sailing tho it all my not be,
For us - in the new dispensation -
The way of the Cross - ushers in Eternity.