Poetry

I wander yonder over hills where those before me trod -
aimlessly through wants and needs. I find it somewhat odd.

I wander yonder guessing so and pay a heavy price -
by following some friends I have and words of ill-advice.

I wander yonder through my life and laugh along the way -
deceiving self, believing I am happy every day.

I wander yonder up until the day I get so old -
a speck of truth will be revealed that I had not been told.

I wander yonder 'til the time that I begin to ponder -
God's great faithful, loving Son, so full of grace and wonder.

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