Quatrain of Without Sandals
Bare feet
I have stumbled my way along the
road of righteousness
without sandals
on my
feet,
The pain received will never be
forgotten, my feet shall
hurt until my
Maker and I
meet.
And when we break bread together
I shall mention the agony
I was in traveling
on the
road,
I shall ask why the trip had to be so
cruel, I would have come
no matter how
heavy the
load.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 10838
When
we
break
bread
together
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Quatrain of Without Sandals 10838 - Yorktown Disciple
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