This poem impacted me (Diceman) today. It might be something
to print out and put on your refrigerator?
Turn back to where you left Him, and you will find Him there,
He is waiting by the bedside where you used to kneel in prayer.
He is standing in the chapel by that long abandoned pew,
And he stands by your forsaken swath where laborers are few.
You are older, sorer,broken. You are tired of self, tis true.
But return to where you left Him. He is waiting there for you!
By Raymond C Hoag
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