FLARE on GOD 95 At times the direction of God seems slowBut once arriving at His place for usWe see all the training thereinIf we hold our peaceAnd allow the Lord of Host to shape usWe’ll become a fine vessel of craftsmanship Others are Reading Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken a Poem About Regret On Labor Day Fireworks Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: People Hate Ben Restlessness Eulogy for a Wealthy Friend In Boxers on a Tuesday Night in the Dark Leave a Reply Cancel reply Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment Name * Email * Website Prove You\'re Human * 2 + = six