When The Mind Wanders...

Rosy cheeks and a canvas mind
So young and naïve

Clueless and oblivious 
of the obvious signs

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We could ponder and regret

Or we could choose to be glad

For our blindness have saved us

from what He knows to not be the best

Either way or another

There is nothing to ponder

But just the road ahead to wander

For a great journey or however

To Him we surrender