Doing Whats Right
Doing What’s Right
Miracle Man
5-19-2022
When life has finished shucking our corn,
there remains that day, just a shriveled stalk.
Thoughts may carry us back to being reborn,
and circumstances bidding our Godly walk.
From shallow graves, just a thought away,
lie bones we thought long ago forgotten.
These past memories often sadness convey,
and while many are good some are rotten.
For all those things which we ought have done,
that remained as scraps on our life’s plate.
Life makes no allowances for a partial rerun,
the life we’ve lived will determine our fate.
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