Crossings, New And Old
When I think of the word crossing,
It has many memories for me.
The days of my childhood school,
And the things and people there to see.
The first teacher that I remember,
When I was only six years old.
Her name was Miss Gaskins,
Her hair was spun with white and gold.
She taught me my first letters,
And how to write my name.
But today her classroom is gone,
Things there will never be the same.
When I grew up and began work
Just a few jobs did I hold.
But I have crossed over plateaus
From being young to becoming old.
Responsibilities crossed my way
That were up to me to perform.
My life has changed in priorities,
My body is aged and worn.
But the most blessed crossing
Of my entire lifetime,
Was when I crossed over to Jesus
And left my sins behind.
©March 21, 2006
This Poem Was Inspired By
From John 3
answered and said unto him,
Verily, verily, I say unto thee,
Except a man be born again, he
cannot see the kingdom of God.