A Winner In Christ Poem by Loyd C Taylor Sr

I may be on a mountaintop,
Or down in a low valley.
I may rest by peaceful water,
Or tossed about by an angry sea!

I may not have a single friend,
Or acquired popularity.
I may be penniless and destitute,
Or live in wealth and luxury.

I may be known as celibate,
Or married so happily.
I may enjoy companionship,
Or sad and alone, I may be.

I may have praise from many,
Or rejected by scornful hate.
Children may bless my life,
Or childless may be my fate.

These things cannot control me,
Or determine my destiny.
For I am sure to be a winner
When Christ abides in me!

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Abide in me, and I in you.
As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself,
except it abide in the vine; no more can ye,
except ye abide in me.
The Gospel of John 15: 4

© Loyd Taylor, January 2011