ART & POETRY BY PAUL & KATHY BOECHER©
originally posted on January 16, 2015
Childish memories drift through the valleys and crevices of my brain,
Stored treasures from my youth come forth with such a loud refrain,
I sometimes think no mountain is too tall,
and then I stumble and I fall,
The bumps along the road will not deter me,
I will not cave to age and feeble fears,
I may not have the strength or hope to save me,
But I have someone drying all my tears,
Though life may quickly run its fitful race,
The Lord is right there in my place,
He lifts me up when I grow weary – carries me when I grow weak,
He clears the way though dark and dreary – even when it seems too bleak,
Life can last until a hundred, but minds revert to things long passed,
Childish thoughts…
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