By Nirmala Isaac Nilayattingal
When the road ahead is tedious and long,
When your spirit is weak but it should be strong,
When the path you trudge is winding and tough,
When you must go on, but you've had enough,
Your heart is tired and your will is broken,
Your lips want to scream, but not a word is spoken,
You mind is shackled and in it's own way,
And your body is withering away, slowly day by day.
You're heart threatened to drown in sin,
The venom threatens to seep beneath your skin,
The troubles you have, swallow you whole,
They take over your body, heart, mind and soul.
Don't lose heart, only look above,
For there is a Woman, as she looks down at you with love.
You look upon her beautiful face,
She is an epitome of Godly Grace.
She comes to you and says follow me,
And takes you to the most beautiful place as can be.
She sits down with you and takes your hand in hers,
She kisses your forehead and wipes away your tears.
You lay your head upon her lap,
Suddenly your heart is free, you stop feeling trapped.
She says, My child, your time is near,
Don't you worry my love, it's almost here
She sings you a lullaby, as her fingers brush your hair,
The weight on your shoulders, gone, you feel lighter than air,
And as you drift off into sleep,
You know the peace, is yours to keep.