Pick and Spade
Pick and Spade
Written: By Tom Wright
8/8/2006
I often think of things so deep
I touch on things that induce sleep.
Stimulating thoughts once thought hidden
Resurface now that brain has bidden.
Happenings in life that weren’t too smart
But long since purged from an unclean heart.
Thoughts of valleys and on mountains steep
Some buried I shallow, some I interred deep.
All are happenings of some former day
Some brought rewards others made me pay.
Though I’m now found doing things Jesus bade
Seems Satan always finds a pick or spade.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2015
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