Trod Poems - Poems about Trod

Personal pain and paths that I have trod Through it all you are the rock in which I hide In you I will always and forever abide With depths unknown As I trust you through green pastures The place in which I have come to know so well Running through the fields of laughter Oh such joy and peace Oh to...

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Along the paw-trod path Narrow and dainty through the gorse Where yellow flowers Lie dim like fallen stars in the mist Comes a silent visitor, hesitant It licks its lips A taste like vinegar Humans of old and long ago Their lonely essence gone The heather-stepper flinches Shy of memorial eyes The castle ruined on the hill The old manse below with broken windows No smoke at the...

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with God we have trod is friend and never facade who we love and laud will give Him a nod river has been wide and broad mountain made by God Haughty Party on the Potty all have been haughty what a perturbing party sitting on potty...

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And On Love's Path May We Forever Trod Once this soul beheld, - joy of morning dew Dawn- its bright golden beams racing unto- Verna glory within love's soft sighing heart, Enrapturing language romance imparts, Sight of flowering meadows, hill and dale, Blessings of her gentle touch without fail, As sky and sun announce the coming day We together in Nature's beauty play. Dare...

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Many Miles Trod To Find God many miles have trod when we would try to find God always loved and laud Jim Horn...

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I trod on a spider, that was it. I lived and it did nit...

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Simply amazing an Angel trod......giggles and smiles kisses abound.......here but there butterflys surround............walking and learning....we walk on>>>>>>after you my lady =)...

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A country road where sun shines down No greater beauty can be found. Such splendor starts each passing day Where a peaceful walk finds its quiet way. The distant clouds, with golden glow Traverse the sky with their dawning show. My spirit looks up and drinks the cup. God’s creatures make good mornings grow. Butterflies flutter on beggar-weeds. Drinking nectar, uniting seeds. Birds build nests...

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