As dawn slowly fades toward the horizon line of grey, a sliver of ferocious hope caught the ever glowing embers of a people knowing more than the cold dark days of now on fire.
As warmth encompasses each and every vein and straining muscle pushing toward the ever distant peak of victory, they do not lose heart.
Each step pushes them further and further into the pressing cold as faces greet one another with an understanding far deeper than words. Eyes meet with a mutual striving towards the faint glow and breath of light touching down on this dead and decaying landscape.
Each heart pounds under their unassuming carcasses as bodies seemingly weak and torn exude a strength that only the deliverer of such calamities could provide.
Only by transformative grace, love, peace, and joy could such wretched and sinful beings reach their goal and victorious triumph at the peak of such a painful plateau. Only the love of someone who struggled with this weary company in each and every staggering step, only this Prince of Peace who shed his blood for their progress, deserves our hope, our, love, our joy.
Let us not lean on each other but on the shoulders of He, who paid the price for our victory. He is Jesus the only begotten one, the Son of our Father, God Almighty, I Am, and One.