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February 25, 2011

Tip-toe through the weeds

I step on small stones

Rest in my pocket

Is for stuff to hold

Out his hand comes

And takes hold

Five smooth


That heavy sword’s heft

Over head and down

Down down

We go to get up

And down

The road we travel

To get somewhere

We’re going

Now is a time of moving

Giants and ogres

Line the path

Asking questions

I don’t know the answers

Too many times

Oh, I didn’t realize

I didn’t realize

I needed to know something?


Jesus said “Follow Me”



From → Poetry

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