A Poem written by my Sister
I am walking in the woods.
The Lord is my Walking Stick.
He is Always there when I need Him.
I Depend on Him to get me through the day.
At times I forget about Him,
And try to go it alone.
I never get very far,
And soon find I really do Need Him.
Another man comes along,
I want to show him my Walking Stick
He accepts it and he, too, finds it is easier to walk
And get through the day.
If all would have a Walking Stick
Just like mine,
We’d all make the Narrow Path
Just a bit Wider.
~Morgan~
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Beautiful Photograph found at: http://www.picstopin.com
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Such strength in this poem, Morgan. Your sister, as gifted as you… xxxxxx
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I agree, but I think its the only poem she ever wrote 😦 Thanks Ever so, I will pass it along to her!
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Please do, Morgan 🙂
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Beautiful. 🙂
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🙂 ❤ 🙂
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Beautiful! Very uplifting. You must come from a very talented family.
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I have never really considered it, but I see it more and more, especially now that I see all the marvelous things my nieces do 🙂 Thanks Ever so much 🙂
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