You can’t stand still
You’re always moving
Toward the person
You’re becoming
Life goes on
And choices come
And something grows
With every one
And something shrinks
With choices, too
Though maybe only slightly—
But if you keep on making them,
Daily, weekly, nightly,
Then all the choices you lay down
Will start to harden and compound
Will shift and rearrange the ground
Construction work without a sound
Those small decisions will become
The path that you have paved
Directed by your choices—
What you lost and what you saved
And that’s the road where you will stand
For all tomorrow’s choices
And over time the world will see
Exactly what your course is
sethlewis.ie 
Thanks Seth. I love this poem. And that idea came with me from bible study last night too.
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Thank you! Yes, I’ve been thinking about this theme a lot in our study of 2 Timothy. Small choices are a big deal.
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Love this one! So true.
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This is great. Thank you. Well done with the “creeping” form or shape of the poem.
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Thank you! I’m so glad you liked it.
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Are you still in Northern Ireland? The Agape Puppet team is doing street shows in New Castle sharing the gospel. I thought you might enjoy connecting with them.
Karen
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We are for a little longer, but we’re on the opposite side from there, unfortunately. Thanks for the heads up, though!
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