Thanks Poem by Andrew Benton
Thanks
The holy light our Master brings
Has graced my humble way—
The seaside cliffs and fearful swell
From which I dare not stray.
As I stand still upon the crest
Of my unfolding life;
I see before me, exposed, bare,
His purpose for my strife.
And though the evening will soon come
As surely as the tide,
Within His awesome might and grace
I find peace to abide.
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4/19/2024 9:27:17 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Very wisely stated my friend.