Trudy Schrader Poet Rhyme

UNTOLD STORY

There are words I have written
That I can't collect to record
The time is gone, lesson learned
Where I learned to wield my sword

I've delivered my works
Like a mother giving birth
The fruit remains undiscovered
In seed form, deep within the earth

I grieve who I could have been
If influence would have graced my plight
LOVE has a greater plan I can't know
Until along the way, I'm graced with sight

I don't regret my decision to flow
The unknown has been dark and full of sorrow
But authenticity has grown me into identity
That is etched in the bone marrow

There is no need to declare where I've been
When you can experience His grace in my presence
His LOVE has formed patience in my movement
And compassion has formed TRUTH in my essence

...thank God for my untold story

Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-18-2026

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