Pressing On

Glancing over my shoulder

To steps behind me, long past,

I realize things, now being older,

With regrets, my face downcast.

But for steps unstepped, for songs unsung,

For words unspoken, for deeds undone,

I’ll press on til tomorrow’s sun,

Til all this broken world is won.

But for lands untilled, for crop unsown,

For days yet to come, for fields unknown,

I’ll work until this crop is grown,

Til Christ is seen upon His throne.

But for oceans unsailed, for battles unfought,

For catches unweighed, for fish uncaught,

I’ll wander til my strength is naught,

Til all this world to Christ is brought.

-Austin Ward

10/14/05