FRUSTRATION I trusted my son with my 'only' life, "I know where I'm going,"  he said. It was five o'clock in the AM, And man--I was just about dead! Struggling through all that tall marsh grass, In mucky swamp land, to my knees, Was not a delightful thing to do, Toting a gun and sack of decoys.  Walking toward a landmark ahead, On the far horizon--a light! We walked about thirty minutes, Then witnessed a sunrise so bright! "We must stop here and get set up In this little pothole,"  he said. After we'd put the decoys out, Frustrated, he yelled, "Look , dad!" Now, as the sun crept into sight Through the clouds that it had parted. We saw his Bronco II, that's right, We were right back where we started! Another time . . . lost in darkness I needed some light for my path! Sin had my life all 'wrapped up' tight, Without hope . . . bound to feel God's wrath! Then, suddenly, His light shone in Through the darkness of my mind. He took away my confusion And helped me, Salvation, to find. October 22, 1995 BACK