Lord of the foxholes
and the open roads
You walk with us
You bear the load.
When life is long
or dangers near,
You hold our hands;
You calm our fears.
The trials of life
that come our way
won't crush our spirit
or hold us sway
Though faith seems dark
and hope feels grim
we know we've got
a friend in Him
So teach us how
to see this through
as You walk with us
on our way to You.
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I wrote this on Feb. 4, 2022, as I struggled with resolving a work situation. Little did I know that twenty days later on Feb. 24 this would more appropriately be a poem for the People of Ukraine.
