TREASURES by Wendy Kay Champion 12/28/08 (All Rights Reserved)
Deep down in the valley and high upon the hill,
I hear the roaring thunders and see the waters still.
This treasure map I follow,
My shoes are filled with sand,
How much longer will it take to reach the Promised Land?
Drowning in this storm of life with a smile upon my face,
To keep from falling too far behind, I run a steady race.
Friends are near to hold my hand,
Thank God they are here,
I am grateful for every one,
In my heart, I hold them dear.
Stress is high, Sometimes I cry and lose my peace of mind,
Then I think of those like YOU…
A TREASURE hard to find!
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