In spite of the world, I must do good
No other course fulfils
The sense of purpose for a life
Correction for our ills
Let drinkers drink, drug pushers push
Let sex become their god
Let me, for my part yearn to tread
The path the world finds odd
To walk the Way of Jesus Christ
Can cure the human heart
And though my days be short or long
I choose to be set apart
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I can't remember when I didn't write poems but as I've got older, I find they spill into my head, often at inconvenient times of the morning! I use to write them on my way to work, hence the title of my blog, but now I've given up to go trekking around in a campervan with my husband. Plenty of time to reflect on the world, though I don't claim to understand it any better....