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The Road I Take
Each day you wake before the sun
I have a road that has not been run.
New
hands to hold, new hearts to heal.
New tears to wipe, new hurts to feel.
New eyes that twinkle
above the pain,
new feet to guide without a cane.
Sharing new smiles from a hardened face,
Changing lives with a sweet embrace.
Each road I take is a road well traveled,
The bumps and
the bruises are not always well handled.
They hurt, tire, degrade, and despise,
The heal, strengthen,
uplift and revive.
The hands I hold, the tears I wipe,
The smiles I share, the feet I guide.
The life I touch is in my hands,
The road I travel is Gods plan.
by Carol Fourrtain RN
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