In the long run we would live to tell our tales,
About how we thrived on despite many woes,
About how we comfortably hid our trying times,
And let the world see only what we willed it to see.
In the long run, we would sit and ponder how far we have come,
How hope kept us strong.
In the long run, we would cry about those yester years,
Not with sadness this time but with relief and respite.
In the long run, with our tender ones on our laps,
We would sing songs of remembrance, and teach God's unending love and grace;
Our tender ones no doubt would do same,
As the cyclical nature of life will take no new form.
In the long run, all our sorrows would be turned into dust,
And our joys, gladden the heart of days.
In the long run, we would live to know it's been JAH,
Leading me, you, us through this long, wearisome, tough walk.
Then our hopes and dreams would be made day and no more night,
Then we would know he was moulding us perfectly for our glory,
Then we would know that we cannot appreciate the good times when they do come,
If we do not know the tellings of the bad.
I know this with great certainty,
Because there is a heaven I believe,
And God inhabits there in.