March On

Seeing the roses bloom, seeing faces come alive,

watching their expectant,

tells me spring has sprung

the year marches on
we continue on with our daily task,
some brings hope
others despair

I still see an end,
filled with promises of gladness

Am anchored to his promises

of comfort and strenght in times of need

I stay close to the anchor

and place all wishes at his feet.

Say, March on in faith,

not wavering or yeilding to defeat.

and if at the end your hopes still waits,

Do wait, it will surely come.