FLARE on GOD 68 A mind is quickened when you touch it, O Lord.A man thinks he knows his way, but You look well to his going.I thank thee, God, for they counsel: for without it I am lost. Others are Reading The Lesson My Meeting with the Asphalt Posted by john in Prose Tweet People Who Read This Also Read: Revere Thoughts of Rain Can You Say that Again? Personal Poem: I Think About You Leave a Reply Cancel replyYour email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *Comment * Name * Email * Website Save my name, email, and website in this browser for the next time I comment. Prove You\'re Human * 9 − four =