The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to your door.
The wild and windy night
That the rain washed away
Has left a pool of tears
Crying for the day.
Why leave me standing here?
Let me know the way.
Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried,
Anyway you've always known
The many ways I've tried.
And still they lead me back
To the long, winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don't leave me standing here
Lead me to your door.
But still they lead me back
To the long winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago (ohhh)
Don't keep me waiting here (don't keep me waiting)
Lead me to your door.
I've been making art with three of my grandkids for a couple of months now, most every Thursday. Yesterday was our last scheduled class; they're moving to Houston next week, and it's a little too far to commute back and forth. I've so enjoyed this time with them, and I wanted to do something to mark their time here in this small town and their move now to the big city, so we walked the labyrinth together. It was a very special time for me. Memorable. It is amazing how long and winding our roads can be, even as children. All of us are looking for the Door. I pray we find our way.
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