Stepping Stone - Poem by Frank Pulver
As I asked Christ in our life and asked him to help me forget our past,
He minded me that I should think of them as long as the memories would last.
It reminded me as in history there are things called last archives,
But as they are always found, I had to remember that He help us with our lives.
So as I use my past as a part of wisdom and as a Stepping Stone.
I now that Christ will never let me live my life alone.
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