Under-Standing

Temptation to get on that plane,
Get out of here, has passed;
As doors close up, peace falls like rain –
Far more than what was asked.

Like Sandy Lake long years ago
When float-plane headed off,
And left us on the dock just so,
No thought of journey rough.

Now older, and some wiser, we
Watch ropes drop to the floor;
Descended through the roof to see
You Lord – we're back once more.

Retreat? It's gone – no climbing back
Where we've been left today;
Like YWAM workers, what we lack
Is how to make our way.

But that's the challenge – soft we are,
No calluses on hands;
Soon there will be, the way not far
Till we then under-stand.

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