This poem is about a Pastor giving advice. It is written by me…E.B. Wilkes.
The Brother says to the Pastor…
“The ways that led this humble me,
to stumble frequently
seems to be all around me…
I try to walk around those ways
then they trip me up,
then I fall”
I get back up,
then fall…
I get back up,
then fall again;
Seems this is a cycle…
that has no end!
The Pastor, he gives his console…
He says; Brother you must be careful
as you stroll
Do not go the extra yard, but go
many miles,
then in a while
not just you
but we too
will see the difference in you!
Just remember do not get lost along the way;
Just lose the old you!!!
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