It was on a red dirt Sunday
I took a little ride
I was having so many problems
They were hard to take in stride.
I drove those red dirt roads awhile
Did some serious thinking
My mind was vague and blurred
For I’d been doing a lot of drinking
It was hard to put in perspective
My life from where I sat
But driving into the country that day
I felt I might possibly get there yet
I passed old barns and homesteads
A horse stood idly by
I felt suddenly close to God
I got choked up and nearly cried
A towering windmill was whirling
.Round and ‘round it went
It gave me a little comfort
I felt so tired and nearly spent
And then I saw a Methodist church
It was like I was meant to see
It sounds strange as I say it
But I felt it was beckoning me
I heard the plaintiff music
So clear so sweet and strong
And soon I found myself inside
I felt I was where I belonged
I thank our Lord each day now
For leading me down this path
I know that God truly loves me
I’ve felt His love but never His wrath!
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I'm not a fan of organised religion but I do consider myself a Christian and believe that God watches over us, and this poem struck me very forcefully. Thank you for this, Marilyn.