By Helene Stallcup
I struggled up the winding trail
as dawn was pale
and breaking day
was bitter gray.
The trail divided on a rise,
and I was wise
to choose the one
toward the Son,
Now every day throughout the years,
through laughter, tears,
that precious choice
makes me rejoice.
By Pamela Hixon Rhea
I took a walk down memory lane,
From that first step to start again,
And found that when that walk was through,
I’d loved to walk again with you.