Mid Week Memory
I came to faith at forty-eight,
a mid-life crisis within my mind,
step-by-step a staircase I climbed,
'til I left my old life behind;
Off the fence I slithered down,
upon my brow,doubt bears no frown,
each question answered,verified,
no blind faith this,with no place to hide;
Reasoned,studied and empirical
a life-style relevant and optical,
by revelation,face to face,
I stand here still,saved by grace.
FIRS POSTED 2010
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2023
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