While walking in the fields one day
I fell into a rut,
The floor so deep
And sides so steep
I could not get purchase for my feet.
I cried out, “If I were rich
I would gladly give my all
For help to get me out of here!”
He came and leant across the gap
And said, “I understand,
Pass me your hand,”
Then pulled me up whereupon
I thanked Him and continued on
My way on feet of clay.
©Denise G Allen, 10 May 2013 03:55