Yesterday has become no more
Do you trek a rich spiritual wilderness across this planet? But, it appears to be barren if you could examine your soul?
Mankind is trapped without understanding. This earthly trek can be miserably enduring.
May my cry come before you, O Lord, give me understanding according to your word. (Psalm 119:169)
To sit well on this sojourn look to the good Lord. Send your gaze high upon the beautiful streets and His empty homes waiting for His redeemed.
Yesterday was littered with unrelenting hardship, and shard shredded soles. Nevertheless each day always promised a tomorrow of some unknown description.
You shall have streets of gold to glide over, no bandits to hurt, no doors locked, no police. Never again to be tossed about by evil, no restless seas and never to face night again. Yesterday has become no more.
My option:
I would rather be a servant in heaven's kitchens and a transit burdened boot-wearer today, than any king ever enthroned on earth.
When all our yesterdays are spent, the day arrives when we return His favor (with unspeakable joy) and kneel to wash His healed feet.