That I may find no excuse even in lack,
For there can be no turning back,
Even though it is so dark,
And growling foxes bark,
I'll press on through the dark to morning,
Otherwise I court a mourning,
There can be no turning back,
Even though drought defines the inner water sac,
An unreachable flood beckons beyond the ark,
There is no turning back,
Even though the heavens seed the skies with potent clouds,
And I seek to revive the dying strength in my waning clout,
There is no turning back,
When the rains do come I'll quench my thirst,
I'll be ready for a flood and keep on the quest,
There is no turning back,
Even when a crushing loneliness presses in on every side,
I'll channel the pressure to work and make my horizon very wide,
There is no turning back,
Even when I hit a wall,
And before I know I fall,
I'll find a way around,
Or make a way through the ground,
With the hammer of perseverance I'll hit the wall enough times,
Until I hear it collapse in powerful chimes,
In a symphony of rapturous break through,
Many walls lie ahead it's true,
Many nights will silently creep in still,
But so will morning when you have a will of steel,
Bitter winters will rock the comfort of fading fall,
So would spring again rescue chills from the cold wall,
If I must reach that lost and needy soul,
New ground must kiss my foot's sole,
If I must reach that hungry child,
Help tame a world gone wild,
Bring the light of God's might,
To somebody in the night,
There is no turning back,
There is no justifiable reason for turning back,
When we run the race God's set before us,
He'll send all we'll ever need in an equipped bus,
Meeting the needs in little sometimes unknown installments,
So bring all the little plans to him for little endorsements,
We cannot handle the full details of the race we run,
And must find a way to trust Him even when it is not fun.
Brussels © January 2015 afesehngwaHilary
