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A Sweet Aroma
Walking like the tortoise;
my pace might be slow,
but it is steady.
And as I walk I carry a set of drums,
play a rhythm that is given to me.
This rhythm becomes part of my heart.
I follow after Jesus learning to turn
neither to the right or to the left.
Then I smell a sweet aroma;
this scent reminds me of Angel Food Cake.
I open my mouth in faith and take a bite
of that delicious fare...
then I continue to follow Jesus wanting
more of what He has for me; because
I find Him to be most delicious and nutritious
all at the same time!
S.E. Clark 2015