Eyes cold and unfeeling, the heart long turned to stone.
Words filled with loathing, thoughts as black as coal.
Still, in this, our wretched state, time already on loan,
The Lord bids to walk with Him,
See the path, all laid with gold.
~ D.F.
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Dan Frugalberg 
Lovely…
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Thank you 🙂
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Good word Daniel. Pray that God continues to inspire.
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Thanks, Eugene. Amen to that as we keep to His path. God bless
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The call of Jesus to the broken heart …
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Ceaseless His mercy and compassion.
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Amen …
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I would not say the path is laid with gold but is leading us to a golden home. Still a nice poem
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Thanks, Joseph for the suggestion. I’ll certainly reflect on it. God bless!
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The photograph drew my attention, but the words were the real blessing. They took me back to “A Hymn to God the Father” by Donne although I am not quite sure why. Maybe because they both make me think about the war in the soul between our old and new natures. Thanks.
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Hi Dave, many thanks for your comment. I’m glad that somehow this post managed to resonate with you. That in itself, is a reward for me. God bless you and your loved ones.
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