Dusty Roads

Lord, I may not know where I'm going,
but I surely know where I've been.
Down the dusty roads I traveled,
you became my one true friend.

I learned to bear my burdens
when I was just a child,
and so I picked them up
and tried to carry them a while.

For many years I struggled
as I walked the path alone,
afraid that if I put them down
I'd find that they were gone.

They became sources of comfort,
often the only ones I had,
and if I couldn t carry them,
my life might be just sad.

I had no one to turn to,
to listen or to share,
and if I was defeated,
I thought no one would care.

For years I walked those dusty roads
until I came to see,
the saving of the universe
is not left up to me.

Like a soldier in the Army,
I learned who's in command.
I trust that you will lead me
if I offer you my hand.

~ Linda Gleason ~
Copyright © 2011
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My sheep hear my voice; I know them, and they follow me.
I give them eternal life and they shall never perish.
No one can take them out of my hand. (John 10:27-28)

To win a battle, we must recognize the enemy.
The dust clears only after the fighting is over, and when it does, it's sometimes
surprising to see that the enemy is often someone called . . . Me.

[ By: Linda Lee Gleason, Copyright © 2011 ( llgleason@bellsouth.net ) -- submitted by: Linda Gleason ]