A crawling squirming wormDestined one day to fly Dreamed through mighty effortsWould by itself lift high Stuck still soundly grounded Wrestling besetting things Revealed in layers deeper‘Twas yet a wormy being In self it could do nothing All energy to plod ‘Til resting in Christ’s presence New birth a gift from God Oh to beContinue reading “Caterpillar Cousins”
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Dew Upon The Arbor 