Monday, April 20, 2009

LEAN

He cannot walk in crooked paths –
He does not deviate –
He has no shadow turning wrong –
The route is keen and strait.

How often He would gather us –
But we want our own way –
He offers us a second chance –
Refining gold from clay.

If we will keep our covenants –
Winds, tempests, doubts never
Can shake us from eternal rounds –
Now, tomorrow, ever.

(20 April 2009, Pleasant Grove, Utah)
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