Treasure Found

                       

 

 

                                    Treasure Found

 

 

                        The old prospector works alone.

                        Seeks his find, makes it his own.

                        The book on the shelf lays silent alone

                        Until its words find a home                   

                        Deeply planted, made our own.

 

                        Life’s road may change.

                        Graze a new pasture, new range.

                        In liberty, serve the one true God alone.

                        May His word find a new home?

                        Do not dare to walk alone.

 

 

 

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