RECEIVE REFLECT REPEAT
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the portage
Through waters flat or torrent white.
From the still of dawn, to the depths of night.
You weave your majesty and grace;
A faint reflection of your face.
A glimpse and hint of who you are.
No fearful stranger from a far.
But a Friend and Father waiting there
While Companion guides our route with care.
The trail’s been cut, the path is clear.
It is He who calls to venture near.
We bear the weight and tread the trail.
While burdens pierce as if a nail.
O’er rock and root, dare not to rest.
We’re challenged to this grueling test.
Beyond what scope of eye can see,
A treasure waits so gloriously.
It’s not a race across this land,
etched and carved by the Master’s hand.
Through constant weight that does not cease,
We ache and search for some relief.
Then another traveler bears the strain.
And kindred help, does ease the pain.
And on we trod divinely shown.
Encouraged that, we’re not alone.
And there it is Eternity!!
Surrounding us through rocks and trees.
Through skies of blue and rainbow bright.
Promised by the awesome sight.
It reminds us still, we are a part.
Connected to the Maker’s heart.
At the shoreline of the Master’s throne.
Lay down your burden, for you are home.
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Jeff Jackson