Here is something that I just came up with driving back from Lincoln. And yes, I had stepped in a puddle... :)
Wet Socks
I stepped in a puddle and my socks are wet.
I think of my day and I begin to sweat.
How am I supposed to do what you want me to do?
To tell these kids how much they mean to you…
How am I a soldier, wet feet and all?
Faced with temptation afraid I’d only fall.
Lord I need your strength to fight today
Jesus I know you are the truth the light the way
Lord I’ll march to tell them about your love
And that you are holding them, their friend from above.
So with wet socks, I enter in
Thank you, Jesus, for being our friend.
2 comments:
I love your poem. It helps me to see how we can gain insight into some of the most trivial discomforts. Thanks my love! I'll see you on Thanksgiving.
Thanks- I love you so much and am so thankful for your support :)
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