Cords of vanity cannot be seen in a piece of wood
Boards humble in the grain are clearly understood.
Words negative with woe... grumbles to complain
Stumbles in the snow bank of misery and pain. 

The burden becomes heavy as it goes into next year
As the hurry into worry... speeds journey into fear.
Tomorrow is not promised... it is given to the afflicted
To borrow for the day... on the cross our Lord  lifted.

For you see a piece of wood holds no vanity or sin
But only true accord for what Jesus left for friend,
In the cords of His heart strings drawn by a rope
Burned  inside the cart  of peace.. love and hope.. 
© Andrea Jeanne Petersen
Written January 09, 2005

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