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Feet of Clay
by Deborah Ann Belka I walk, I stumble, I fall down . . . yet, these feet of clay will always be . . . heaven bound. I stub my toe, I scrap my knee . . . yet, these feet of clay know from Satan . . . they must flee. I twist my ankle, I can't get up . . . yet, these feet of clay still tastes the victory of a winner's cup. I run, I race, I trip and tumble . . . yet, these feet of clay still remain . . . meek and humble. I lose, I win, I worry, I rest . . . yet, these feet of clay still must go . . . through the test. I walk, I stumble I fall on my face . . . yet, these feet of clay still won't quit . . . the faithful race! ~~~~~~~~ Philippians 2:16 "Holding forth the word of life; that I may rejoice in the day of Christ, that I have not run in vain, neither laboured in vain Copyright 2019 Deborah Ann Belka [email protected] www.hiswingsshadow.com http://poetrybydeborahann.wordpress.com/ TO GOD BE THE GLORY! Article Source: http://www.faithwriters.com |