A Comparison - Poem by Billy Simmons
What I have in my hand,
Is it only a rope?
Seeing through my eyes,
I would have to say nope.
A symbol of the Lord.
It's belief, passion and pride.
For he's always with me,
Through, before and after the ride.
My rope leads me in the right direction.
Just as the Lord does the same.
So if I fail to follow
I only have myself to blame.
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