by Isabel Beckham
In the midst of the sorrow, I have to squint to see the Light. What if in the midst of the darkness, I get lost and lose the Light? One wrong turn and the Light is hidden, Precious Light, stay with me, please. I long to hear the words, “Well done, my good and faithful servant.” The King of kings and Servant of servants, took my place so that I may live. Light chases out the dark, guiding my way home. Jesus Christ is my Light, Heaven is my home.
Isabel Beckham is in her 4th year in college and lives in Kentucky. In her free time she reads, writes, and crochets.