17 february 2012
Treasure Found
The old prospector works alone.
Seeks his find, makes it his own.
The book on the shelf lays silent alone
Until its words find a home Deeply planted, made our own.
Life’s road may change.
Graze a new pasture, new range.
In liberty, serve the one true God alone.
May His word find a new home?
Do not dare to walk alone.
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