

Sometimes as I walk the narrow path
I get to looking down at the stones
Then I see my weary feet
Kicking dust on my aching bones
Now my toes are blistered,cut
I can go no further today
I stumble and bumble upon a rock
Just in time to hear someone say
" Take my hand for I know the way
You're weak but I am strong "
I reached out and was lifted to HIS arms
We almost floated along
This is the way it always should be
Though my feet were blistered still
When I put my trust in the Master's hand
He helped me dance up that hill
It seemed like an impossible mountain before
With my eyes on the cutting stone
But after I lifted them to the mighty ROCK
It became a delightful path to His throne!!
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» left by Teresa(1,658)(2 years 252 days ago.)
Amen Marijo, your poems always seem to come in the form of a prayer, your heart always comes through, it is the heart of our gentle yet mighty God. Big hugs, T
» left by louis gander from verona, wi (2 years 250 days ago.)We appreciate your comments!
Yes, always look to the Rock.» left by Marijo Phelps from mountain meadow CO (2 years 250 days ago.)
HAve really enjoyed reading your pieces on WW Bible Studies! Marijo