Often in life's wonderful journey,
I'm walking down that “old familiar” path,
That path where Jesus took away my load,
Inquiring for wisdom truth and learning.
Inside I feel a voice spurning,
Some sins I knew not of, thus being shown.
Rejecting I had done a thing, I moaned,
But then began my triumphant turning.
For the Lord knoweth what is down my path,
Maybe subjects I'm never to behold.
It is my appointment just to trust Him,
The One who freely died on my behalf.
Upon His garment I must firmly hold,
So that I may never wander far from Him.
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Caitlin,I enjoyed your poem about turning back to Christ. I liked the phrase triumphant turning. I wondered if you might rephrase the sentence rejecting I had done a thing, I moaned. I wondered if it should be: repenting of my sins I moaned. Good job.