INTERSECTION
At the intersection
There is hesitation.
A decision point
That must be made.
Do we traverse
And guess the path?
Or, do we endure in faith?
Onward, reaching deep inside
We feel our way along.
Fortune, no that’s not what I mean,
It’s a means,
But not our song.
The crossroads overlap anew.
Sometimes, each and every day.
Be prepared to ride along
When God’s wind blows
You’ll find your way.
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