A careful rider I have been,
to home, work and back again..
I've often made that claim with pride
to other folks who like to ride..
In looking back to where I've been,
I plainly see such pride's a sin!
For I don't want to be well-known
as a rider who's never thrown..
I'd rather be remembered well
by what I learned the times I fell!
So to this end, I now rejoice
and lift a very grateful voice..
For every time I've fallen down,
a very simple truth was found,
that even with the hardest fall,
I hear the Father's loving call..
He's always there to take my pain,
heal the wounds and stop the rain.
So where I travel, roam or dwell,
He's even Lord of the times I fell..
First broken bone at age 52- my collarbone.. Laid my cycle down on a wet road coming home from work Monday. Only going 15 to 20 mph, but someone stopped short ahead of me and it had just rained. Locked it up and laid it down, then landed full force on my left shoulder. Still my God gets all the glory! A new poem is born!
