Story Three
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This morning I saw the sunrise. On my way to fish, out of the dark river bottoms; I saw vehicles on the highway, flowing east and west, commuters, were like ants, in the way they progressed. Some were in a column, sometimes they passed each another. I saw white lights, on my left and red lights straight ahead. Rising up behind a distant hill I saw more colors. Ever so faintly I saw the beauty of another day, then I thought of Him, and there came a spirit, and I realized loneliness was not solitude and that I need not travel alone. Take my life and let it be, consecrated Lord to thee! |