Ever Near- a poem

Sometimes I wander through my thoughts,

And stumble on the way.

For so much comes upon our lives—

Seems each and every day.

And so I rise in sudden haste,

To meet all at the door,

Forgetting that which I’ve been taught,

Still scattered on the floor.

Then at the door, I see His face

Reminding me so clear,

It’s when you feel alone the most—

That He is ever near.

Retm