"Carried by the Master" a poem by Leslie Pressley

If there were a life with no trials,
there would be no mountain to climb.
My life would be meaningless,
just an existence in time.

My faith could not grow,
for I could not see,
that it is Jesus who is carrying me.
With every step, leaning on Him, He makes the burden light,
He carries me through the valley, reminding me
that the end is just in sight.

He is my Strength, my Rock, my Friend,
He is always on my mind, and in my heart and I dream
of meeting Him in the end.

Heaven is waiting, His face is the first I want to see,
Because He died for me, rose again...and I know
He carried me.

12/21/11