Sometimes our thoughts do wander back
To lands of memory -
To paths we walked with Mom and Dad
When we were young and free.
The woodbine twineth still along
Those winding barefoot trails;
The hickory and walnut trees
Gave nuts to fill our pails.
The paths we walked were carpeted
With moist leaves and cool moss;
To walk along them seemed to rid
Our souls of sin and dross.
For it was there that we could get
A glimpse of Him who made
It all for mankind to behold -
God's handiwork displayed.
~ Luther Elvis Albright
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