•I cautiously but quickly marched
to the delicate arch,
clinging tightly to my Fender,
because the wind no mercy did render. •My grip had to be strong
In order to play my song.
The wind tugged and pulled,
Unafraid to be bold. •The song I played ceased.
But I was given peace.
Sitting under the rock so magnificent
At Arches NP where today we went. •My poem might be silly, even dumb
And this choice resulted in fingers numb.
The wind was cold! But it was worth it.
For I knew God was there, watching a bit. •Songs end, and so do hiking trails.
And as I learn guitar, I experience fails.
Strong winds of life will tear at me, yes
And try to numb me, or create a mess.
•But God's grip holds tight,
So I can have the power to do right.
He loves all of us, gave us this earth!
Don't doubt that, and remember your worth.