Reflections In The Glass
How beautiful was
our Walk
We leaned upon each other.
Sometime our step faltered,
But we were steadied by another.
In sad times we struggled up hill
But laughed when running down.
Always holding hands
We never had a frown
Now, we continue walking for Him
Our sovereign God, is He.
Those 8 reflected in the glass
What a cherish memory.
Naomi Dolph, Table of Ruth