My Bible

The journey to my Father's House Is paved with joy and pain. Reflections of my chosen path These pages bound contain. Steps of joy, if led by Him, The travel calm and smooth. But, oh the pain that I did bear When from His grasp I moved. Lest I forget when memories fade And twilight shades my view. Colors used to light the path Preserve my way to truth. Whether from the joy of leading love Or stumbling steps deserved, Forever bound these words within, With ink I have preserved. Now all can see the lessons learned When opened, these pages bound. If on the road to Father's House, A guiding light they found.