But to every mind there openeth,
A way, and way, and away,
A high soul climbs the highway,
And the low soul gropes the low,
And in between on the misty flats,
The rest drift to and fro.
But to every man there openeth,
A high way and a low,
And every mind decideth,
The way his soul shall go.
One ship sails East, And another West,
By the self-same winds that blow,
'Tis the set of the sails And not the gales,
That tells the way we go.
Like the winds of the sea
Are the waves of time,
As we journey along through life,
'Tis the set of the soul,
That determines the goal,
And not the calm or the strife.
3 comments:
Yes, Bro. Hopper it is the direction of the wind, but the set of the sail the determins the direction we will go.
Mervi
Very nice. Love the pictures.
Mervi, No matter how severe the storms of life may be, We need to keep our eyes on Jesus. He will lead us home!
Aunt Karen, I liked the last picture best. It seems so relaxing!
I finally seem to have my blog working. I could not get things to post. It would say that the story posted but when i checked it there was no posting and the story/ pics were lost!
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