Things Aren't Always What They Seem

A voice crying in the wilderness, "Help make my path straight." For one who is lame Can't make if through the gate. A heart full of pain. A life full of woe. None sought his name. Where else could he go? Falling on his knees, Making prayer his aim - Then came the MASTER, Who led him through the flame. Tears of sorrow vanished, When paths were made straight. Never to be the same, Walking through Heaven's gate.

Romans 10:20
© by Joyce C. Lock