Inside
I have learned much, lost more.
Gained beyond measure than most dare to try.
It does not make me smart,
It does not make me right.
I am nearly always wrong...
unless there is math involved.
Then my chances dramatically increase.
The IQ of my soul? is not measured in worldly numbers.
It is taken by the Light of the Lord MY GOD
To rest easy in his hand.
The accounting of it’s value,
The precious price already paid,
for my eternity.
Amen.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2019
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