It’s Not The End

I watched as my dreams began to crumble

Like autumn leaves upon the road I trod,

No matter where I placed my feet

My plans all shattered on the street

Everything I’d worked for seemed as naught.

With tears and sweat I labored for this day

Just to wake up and see it all was swept away.

Could I find a brand new start?

Or would that also fall apart?

Was there more to life than being a slave?

“Take heart, My son,” I heard my Father say,

“You’re not the only one I have led along this way.

I know it confounds the wise,

Don’t let it take you by surprise,

The seeds I plant to bring forth fruit must first die.

It’s not the end.”

Joseph I led through Egypt’s dungeon,

Jeremiah I placed within the mire.

Daniel who was good and true

To the hungry lions’ mouths I threw,

Three Hebrew friends I led into the fire.

Then one dark day, long ago, I came,

And in the eyes of men I threw my life away.

But what the world would hide from view

Are the vict’ries that ensued,

And I have a broader plan for you.

​“Take heart, My son,” I heard my Father say,

“You’re not the only one I have led along this way.

I know it confounds the wise,

Don’t let it take you by surprise,

The seeds I plant to bring forth fruit must first die.

It’s not the end.”

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And just before the dawn the night is darkest,

And when all hope is gone My glory shines brightest.

“Take heart, My son,” I heard my Father say,

“You’re not the only one I have led along this way.

I know it confounds the wise,

Don’t let it take you by surprise,

The seeds I plant to bring forth fruit must first die.

It’s not the end.”