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Direction
 
Very young, we all learn ways
which give ideas on direction
and when there is a troublesome threat
to find our homes and parental protection.

When you're in the world and floundering,
depressed and feeling blue,
let a Bible be your compass;
its directions are good and true.

Turn your face to the Son for guidance,
'Come, follow me,' He invites,
pointing to hope in salvation;
with a million and one pure delights.

The Word is a gift from the Father,
a guide book on which we might lean;
full of stories, parables, poetry, wisdom
with directions on what they all mean.

By cherryk

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