A Poem on the Website of
the Red Dirt Writers Society

by D. J. Russell (Feb 2009)

The flawless flight of man to God
Is a foolish folly to even test.
Nor shall we travel down golden roads
Before 'tis our time to rest.

We must struggle down winding paths,
Each with a burden of our own,
But no burdens shall there ever be
Before our Father's throne.

With each misstep, we must burn it deep,
Holding every lesson dear.
Though for Glory is our final goal,
The journey starts right here.

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