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Way Back

Way back in the seventies There was plenty of glee, A time of romance and “Kathie Lee” A champ was I on the mat With a destiny for Annapolis. ‘Twas a prospect many cherished Even while some to war would perish. There to stay or leave I pondered An opportunity not to be squandered But out from thence I was kicked And to the road set off and wandered Not far or long and back to the Lord. It is He who owns our souls To whom all service and glory is due. Time to forsake all and be true To Him who came and died Rose again and is seated on high

15 Nov. 2020 0630

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