Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Another hand held poem

Wondrous Friend

Sometimes I look over my shoulder, fearing I’ll offend You,
or I fall on my knees before You because I’m not worthy,
or I follow behind You, trying to walk in Your steps.
But You said, “I no longer call you servants, but friends.”
Help me remember, and walk hand in hand with You. 


Sandi said...


Is it ok to leave just a smile as a comment?

Connie L. Peters said...

Of course. I appreciate your comment and smiles. :)