The Rope
THE ROPE
One end anchored in faith, and
the other in the solid rock, Jesus.
Fibers of love, mercy, hope, peace
strong strands interwoven.
A guide when the storms of
life beat against the soul.
A friend to grasp during the
deep drifts of depression.
It is always there for me,
never moving, never breaking.
I am the one who lets go, from
arrogance and self- centeredness.
Age has strengthened
my grip. I have no desire
to let go.
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