PILGRIM OF DAWN

‎When my soul was pregnant with sorrow,
‎They painted over disgust, a smile on their faces.
‎They watched me stagger and limp;
‎I felt their gossips biting at my back,
‎yet I smiled through gritted teeth.
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‎But then a Great Physician called me to His side.
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‎He put new strength in my legs,
‎a smile on my face,
‎and new hope in my heart.
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‎He delivered me from sorrow
‎and washed the blood from my back with His blood.
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‎He made me to stride amongst those who limp and stagger.
‎He reveled to me a bright light,
‎and the darkness was ashamed.
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‎I will not be ashamed of the One who saved me
‎when the wicked licked my blood.
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‎I will not be ashamed to bare his light.
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‎I will not be ashamed of the One who took a bleeding pilgrim,
‎staggering endlessly in the dark,
‎and made him a pilgrim of the dawn.
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‎Woe to the wicked! I am not ashamed.
‎I have been called,
‎and I will sing His praises
‎like a canary that is escaped from the snare of the fowler.
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‎He is my Sheppard; I shall not want.
‎He is my pillar; I shall not fall.
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‎I will speak his truth.
‎I will walk in in the light.
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‎I will stand ready when He comes as a thief in the night.
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‎~Sam Hope 🪷