To everything there is a season
Always a rhyme and certainly a reason
Never do we know, how long a season May last
Much like we never know, when April showers will pass
Word Press has been an amazing place for me
A field where I was planted back in two thousand sixteen
Here I’ve met a lot of people, brothers and sisters in Christ
Who will always have a special place in my life
I’ve grown a bit I think, at least it seems as much to me
How could I not have grown, with all this green grass from which I gleaned….
A daily diet of milk and meat
Balanced meals and even some sweets
God’s used it all in His special way
Knowing all along I would arrive at this day
A blessed farewell, I bid you adieu,
Keep up the GOoD work
Til the Lord says you’re through.Love you guys,
Anthony Smith