Paths Routes Tracks We Must Walk and Face
The paths I walk,
I trace them with my mind...
They are made and remade...
other paths are shortened
for strange reasons
to our judgment...
free paths in which
all pass and repass...
crooked paths are
inventions of men...
the heavenly paths,
are gifts from heaven,
the paths of life and light,
they are works of God!
The paths are,
tests and awards
that we must walk... !
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