A Crooked Stile
Press me down to common ground
I’ll not fear or protest;
carry me to highest heights
give me wings to fly;
hold my hand against the tempest
as I cling to my hearts mast,
I'll not be blown away.
Lift my face to sunny sun
twinkle in my eye;
through it all
my heart rests
assured you have given all your love;
and that is enough
for any man;
especially this one
whom you rescued
from the lost and found
with just a gentle smile;
giving me against all odds
your whole and complete trust;
and that is enough for any man.
Crippled from bumpy roads
and crooked stiles
I learned to walk again;
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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