Dirt Road Sunday Poem by Marilyn Lott

It was on a recent Sunday
That I traveled a red dirt road
I felt that life was too difficult
I could no longer carry my load

My feet were so very heavy
As I trudged the red worn trail
My mistakes were just too many
My life I’d surely failed

Oh Lord, I whispered softly
Please help me find my way
For my existence is too difficult
I’m not sure that I can stay

I closed my eyes tightly
Slowed my tired pace
Praying with my inner self
My life I slowly traced

My family has forsaken
This weary traveling man
Don’t know if I can find again
The place where I began

And then I saw ahead of me
A steeple tall and straight
A churchyard old and weary
I slowed my tired gait

The music drew me closer
Amazing Grace it played
If I could feel closer to Him
Maybe I wouldn’t be so afraid

It was in this place of worship
My heart became so full
Now I knew I COULD go on
My worries didn’t take its tole

I learned that we must not give up
When our life hurts us so
Take our worries to a churchyard
With the help of God just let them go!