My Anchor
My Anchor
Miracle Man
November 10,2023
Each day finds me, without earthly visions,
or aspirations.
Not much can I any longer physically do,
no celebrations.
So little time for me to dream of future days,
my future’s now.
Still time to plow the fields, I’ve both hands,
on the plow.
Now I’m living the days, I thought for sure,
I’d never see.
But Jesus is my rock and anchor, and brings,
sweet peace to me.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2023
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