The Winding Road
There is a dusty winding road
That goes beyond the dale.
As I sit upon my porch swing
I can see the travelers well.
They haven't seen the roses that grow
Wild and free in the vast stretching fields.
But they can smell their sweet aroma
Before they even reach the hills.
I've walked all around that dusty road.
Many steps I've travelled just to see
What beautiful blossoms God had grown
To show His Master's Degree.
I smile as I see them passing by
For I know in my heart what they will find.
Petals most precious scattered all around
By the Artist who created space and time.
Written by Sybil Shearin
Watching for the Son!
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