Iíve ridden in the beauty of a mountain meadow and walked the cement floors in a prison.

Iíve heard the gurgling of forest streams and heard the slamming of steel gates.

Iíve felt the grip of an inmateís hand as I was thanked for being there.

Iíve felt the hug from a stranger for encouraging them with Godís words.

From pastures to prisons God has caused me to ride many trails, but none so rewarding as the one that led me to Christ.

Fred G. Ellis
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