THE STRAND
I may be a lowly strand,
But I am not alone.
For as you see,
Through twists and turns,
My strength is not my own.
The years I spent in adolescence
Did my body good.
The mind and heart and the man within
Learned lessons — as he should.
You see, as age progressed in me
The wiser I became.
The twists and turns upon my life
Are God’s lessons in life’s game.
Now, I look around me
And I see a massive rope.
Were I a strand alone in this
My life would have no hope.
I’m surrounded by many others,
I call family and friends.
Occasionally, there’s a knot here and there,
But more strength for me in the end.
So, look around and do assess
The rope that you’ve become.
For though you are a lowly strand
There is strength within your sum.
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