I have a friendly neighbor that lives next door, and yesterday when I went over to pay her son for keeping my yard, she told me that in Sunday school she was studying about sinners and Jesus Christ. And, how sinners loved Jesus and He loves them too. I proceeded to self-examine. And, this poem comes to mind now. The last four lines are an awesome mantra.
"Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening"
- Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
