THE WINDING ROAD


by: Grace E Easley


There is a road that leads up hill,
Pas streams and flowers fair,
Above the valley of yesterday,
And past the bridge of care.

It is a long and winding road,
Where sun and shadows blend,
Where never a footstep falters,
And every grief must end.

There is a road that leads up hill,
A million miles from pain,
Where heartache is a stranger
One never meets again.

Where golden dawn replaces night,
To mark the journey's end,
Where Jesus waits beside the gates,
...To bid us enter in.


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