She stands upon a crossroads
and see's the world below,
She see's the frantic masses,
as they scurry to and fro.
It seems they're on a highway,
straight without a bend,
Its lanes are wide and ample
with roads that never end.
She wonders of her own road,
and why its filled with curves,
And why the many hardships
which play upon her nerves.
It seems unfair this back road
which has been the life she's lived,
A life that's always taking,
and seldom ever gives.
But God in all his wisdom,
set her on this road,
Watching her every moment,
ready to take her load.
But her strength it never faltered,
because her faith was strong,
And God blessed her with a purpose,
and God is never wrong.
Her purpose came on paper,
with words to warm the soul,
And stories filled with wisdom,
gathered from her winding road.
Her words are now of legion,
from sea to shining sea,
They warm the hearts of thouands
who know she's found the key.
A key that God has given
to only but a few,
Who have this gift and share it,
and make the broken new.
So now she knows the answer,
to why her life's been tough,
With trials comes life true wisdom,
from God above...
By Andrew Dale Fraley
About This Poem
Rusty's Road was written by a friend of Nancye Sims
who knew her childhood story
of how she grew up in the hills of Eastern Kentucky,
and how she came to be called "Rusty"
by girls at school who made fun of her,
because she sometimes came to school dirty,
and wearing her brother's hand me downs
as she came from a very poor family.
More of her story will be posted later on her website.