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Guided past the Stumble

Sometimes we have to stumble
to find the hand that leads.
We who would never fumble
find we bite the hand that feeds.

How often, so misguided,
we believe we're on the track;
By circumstances chided,
see better looking back.

And learn to watch the words we speak;
Keep them sweet; with care we'll treat.
The message to convey we seek,
may be what we must eat

To pray for guidance first, may be
what minimizes falling.
Through wiser glasses we might see
the path we feel is calling.

So, avoiding that old rut and pit,
enabled, motivated
by the One who can accomplish it,
when we have sought and waited.

02/19/2013 Carol Welch

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