Saturday, December 12, 2009


Across the desert of my years
Lies a path well tread by Thee
In the midst of life's bitter tears
I looked up and spied a tree
Upon this Tree of Life was nailed
True man, true God, Divinity
I ran , I hid, but truth prevailed
A molded cross You laid on me
I stumbled, fell, again and again
You slowed your step, patiently
You tenderly reached out your hand
And together we entered...Calvary

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