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Poetry: Discipleship


When first we met,
You were too young
And I unworthy,
Yet it stuck.

We both grew old,
Though you donít show
And I donít act
What weíve become.

You always were
A jewel not hid
But facets new
Are constant seen.

Who knew, not I
Nor even you,
The joys and all
The other things.

But One Who made
Both me and you
And space and time
Located us.

And gave us light
To walk the path
He set for us
And those we meet.

We have a task,
A purpose clear.
Until itís done
We need not fear.

by Ross,
Christmas 2016

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