Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Easier Grows the Way
Looking ahead , the hills seem steep
and the road rises up to the sky ,
But as we near them and start to climb ,
they never seem half as high .
And thinking of work and trouble ,
we worry and hesitate ,
But just as soon as we tackle the job,
the burden becomes less great .
So never a hill ,a task , or load ,
a minute ,an hour ,or load ,
But as we grow near it and start to climb ,
easier grows the way .
Jan Bagwell
God Bless !
A merry heart goes all the day ,
a sad tires in a mile .
This poem is for you my son {David ]
