Pressing on

I’m swimming swiftly ‘gainst the tide,
And deaf to cries from every side.
My last old fear has had to hide,
And all alone I’m pressing on.

The tide is strong, a hand of steel
Whose grip has caused old foes to kneel.
But not admitting what I feel,
With stubborn will I’m pressing on.

For who can stop my onward flight?
Rock and wind disturb the fight,
But God’s blest home is in my sight…
With prayerful heart, I’m pressing on!

(11/09/1999 — Santarém)
© W. J. Watterson