Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Another hand held poem

Wondrous Friend

Sometimes I look over my shoulder, fearing I’ll offend You,
or I fall on my knees before You because I’m not worthy,
or I follow behind You, trying to walk in Your steps.
But You said, “I no longer call you servants, but friends.”
Help me remember, and walk hand in hand with You. 

2 comments:

Sandi said...

:)



Is it ok to leave just a smile as a comment?

Connie L. Peters said...

Of course. I appreciate your comment and smiles. :)