A White Cross
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
0
Altın Yaprak
Looking upwards, seeing a white cross in the sky, noticing
that it has two paths, one going side to side, going nowhere.
The other path is up and down, either leading to heaven or
hell.
Sitting at the crossroads of these paths, choosing to go up,
it is steep, hard going, but I shall reach the top.
Because God is holding my hand, leading, caring, showing me
His love in all others along the pathway of my life.
Bu şiiri puanla
Henüz puan verilmemiş