I wrote this on the day he was born:
Be courageous in the Lord
Fear not hell, nor fear the sword.
Joshua, my son:
Be not afraid.
For you another path is laid;
Paved with gold that looks like clay
Hidden 'till that glorious day.
A wide open gate that looks so small
Stands now open unto all.
The little door that looks so plain
Is God of Ages, and man of shame.
Joshua, my son:
Ignore the others and seek the best
And enter His eternal rest.
1 comment:
The little door that looks so plain
Is God of Ages, and man of shame.
I liked this couplet.
Thanks for posting this and sharing your hope.
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