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I walked with God on a Sunday
down a narrow path
through autumn weeds
and though the time
spent there has passed
the mem'ry still
lingers on in me
Down a concrete road
we went awhile
past a sign marked
Private Property
But I walked with God
and God rules all things
so that day the sign
spoke not to me
Down a rutted trail
where the mud still bled
from the tire tracks
was where I was led
the forest walls grew thick
in that fortress free
still they let me pass
for God walked with me
Yes I walked with God
and God walked with me
past a hunter's stand
in a maple tree
near a drinking hole
where the deer came by
but where bullets flew
I stopped and thought awhile
on the beauty there
just a moment's bliss
to appreciate
what the hunters missed
then the trees bowed low
and my head bowed too
in that sacred place
God had brought me to
"Child, it's time. Let's go."
said the All to me
so I moved along
with the harvest breeze
until we reached a meadow
once again bereaved
by the scars of cars
that marred the earth beneath
but I walked with God
and God showed to me
where the muddy cuts
had begun to heal
"This too shall pass"
the Lord made it known
"when the seasons turn
and the grass has grown."
So the tears that sought
to trickle down my face
turned to second thoughts
in that battered place
and instead the blues
became a grateful smile
that I shared with God
as we walked the miles
And though I knew not where
the Flow would have me be
as we walked along
I witnessed silently
the fleeting works of man
within the permanency
of a greater plan
outlined in gold and green
earthy browns and too
the red of autumn leaves
men choose to walk alone
but God remains with these
Soon the forest cleared
I spied a building there
and then I recognized
both what it was and where
I turned and thanked the Lord
so amply blessed and home,
for the enlightening quest
for all that I was shown
on that Sunday when
I learned with loving care
we need not walk alone
the All is always there.
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