A note to fellow travellers

Don't stop now.

Keep moving.

One step at a time.

Let's keep going.


Rest if you must because the journey is tough. 

But know that when we reach Home we will have perfect rest in Him. 


So hold onto that picture. 

Him hugging us when we get there.

Patting us on the back and saying: well done!


Until then. 

Don't stop now. 

Keep moving. 

One step at a time. 

Let's keep going. 


We are already a day closer than we were yesterday. 

We are already a lot stronger than we were yesterday. 

Remember the lessons we've learnt on the way. 

Remember we are together to hold each other up in prayer each day. 


Don't stop now.

Keep moving.

One step at a time.

Let's keep going. 


I'm tired and I want to reach the finish line.

Only He knows how long it's gonna take. 

Only He knows how it's gonna end. 


But He's on my side.

He's got my back. 

He's working it all out for my eternal good. 

He wants me to win.

And He's gonna be with me all the way. 


So don't stop now.

Don't stop now.

Keep moving. Just a little while longer.

One step at a time. The road is getting shorter.

Let's keep going. We can do this together. 


He loves us. 

He's with us. 

He's on our side. 

So we are on the winning team! 


Soooooon, we'll be home. 

No more journeys to travel.

Soon we'll be home.

No more crises to handle. 

Soon we'll be home. 

But right now we are here. 


So, chin up, fellow soldier. 

Look straight ahead. 

Don't stop now.

Keep moving.

One step at a time. 

Let's keep going.

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