Driving the wagon down a winding road I had taken a road I had never seen. Several more had pressed me forward So an anxiety in my bones I had gleaned From their haste, to do their business But I on an unfamiliar country road I found myself in a new place, just five Miles from my home, and everything was new And every beautiful landscape I had never known. Five miles off my path, off that winding Siddonsburg Road I had seen within a whole new world, One which I had never known.
And then, taken back to familiar streets My eyes had seen my familiar town New buildings, new things, new things untold I had even walked into my home And saw it was all fresh and new When I travelled on Siddonsburg Road.
Mark 13:51Jesus saith unto them, Have ye understood all these things? They say unto him, Yea, Lord. 52Then said he unto them, Therefore every scribe which is instructed unto the kingdom of heaven is like unto a man that is an householder, which bringeth forth out of his treasure things new and old.
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