From his shoes he shook the Dust, <br />from a world he could not trust. <br />His rugged road had a hairpin bend, <br />but now he could see light at the end. <br />He kept the thoughts, all in his mind, <br />of a man he once met, who was very kind. <br />This man showed him a highway, <br />far away from, that crooked by way. <br />He then washed his hands of dust and dirt, <br />and cleansed himself, of all pent up hurt. <br />He had now found a friend, he could really trust. <br />This friend spoke of a book, and to read it was a must. <br />The book he found, had dust on it's cover, <br />As he cleared the dust, he began to discover <br />that the book was not only leather bound, <br />it was the greatest story he had ever found. <br />With the dust now gone, his life has no fear, <br />Christ gave him a hand, to find a road that was clear.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dust-6/
