Life Souvenirs
Life Souvenirs
By: Miracle man
11/3/2018
Each day I’ve passed through a doorway,
To a never before place and time;
Though subsequent days may have appeared the same
It’s time I saw but once.
Life has bequeathed me physical scars;
That is like a shadow box filled with medals.
And though my appearance has changed,
Things remembered are often punctuated with a scar,
And every scar has a story to tell.
I’m reminded,
That the LORD seeth not as man seeth; for man looketh on the outward appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart;*
*1 Samuel 16:7
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