“Step-Ten”

Step ten (keep dump-truck light,
As bend comes into sight;
Who knows what we will meet
As we next curve soon greet).

Lord, thanks for poetry,
Where I can honest be,
And share what I have seen;
Reflect on how I’ve been –

Within this Giver-land,
Where I don’t understand
Much here, or up above,
Save for Your word to love.

Lord, as we now head West,
See Niece’s wedding blessed,
Keep safe each traveler;
In each of us now stir –

Your rhema-words which bless
As they their love confess;
Lift us above today,
’Till Kingdom come, we pray.

Thanks Lord for this.

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