POEMS

GLORY OF THE CROSS

As we journey hard each day,

With our pack of burdens to bear;

We search and pray to find our way,

to salvation from death's evil snare.

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For years we travel rough terrain,

With many storms to endure;

To no gain we fight with pain,

Searching for our poor souls' one cure.

WORDS

I reflect the thoughts of the mind,

Illuminating one's heart's desire,

I reflect things good and kind,

or things that burn like fire.

I can be used to help and encourage,

Or to tear down and bring disaster,

I leave wounds that none can bandage,

Or leave hope that will tarry ever after.