The spiritual skating through life is the toughest.
but you know best
to teach me figures through the test
If I but fix my eye on you
You'll show me what I have to do
Each heavy wind
that chides and chills
the wildest tempest gale
that kills
tornado twirls
its path unfurls
I am quite safe - I'm told.
You keep me firm
my heart at peace
to listen, follow you with ease
I'm learning, Lord, to stand and skate
with grace the figure number eight
I never mastered
as a child
the lowest death spiral
so wild
As you applaud
I hear you, God:
"Now you have won the gold!"
Poetry by betsy Firefly
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Written on 2007-03-31 at 21:25
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Winning the Gold
I'm still not strongbut you know best
to teach me figures through the test
If I but fix my eye on you
You'll show me what I have to do
Each heavy wind
that chides and chills
the wildest tempest gale
that kills
tornado twirls
its path unfurls
I am quite safe - I'm told.
You keep me firm
my heart at peace
to listen, follow you with ease
I'm learning, Lord, to stand and skate
with grace the figure number eight
I never mastered
as a child
the lowest death spiral
so wild
As you applaud
I hear you, God:
"Now you have won the gold!"
Poetry by betsy Firefly
Read 1100 times
Written on 2007-03-31 at 21:25
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