Raise the Temperature
Beacon On The Hill - Poetry Recitation - Fisher of Men
Traveling this road there are days where our steps are light and our lungs are filled to capacity with praises. There are other days where each step is a battle and our throats are so parched that not even the tiniest whisper can escape our lips. It's easy to see why we may be tempted to leave the road altogether and go our own way. Should we find ourselves in these uncharted lands, the dark can prove a blessing. For it is only in the darkness that the light from the beacon on the hill is seen shining bright. It calls us back out of the wilderness and onto this rocky road leading to our home.