Oh why did I not see the paths I could have trod?
Were they veiled in a mist from heavens dew?
Were the lives I might have had hidden by the hand of God
Because He knew that my joy would be with you
Do I have faith enough in this path that He has shown
To overcome all the hurts I’ve caused and felt?
Can I trust this is the way? Can I see how much I’ve grown?
And remember answers I’ve received as I’ve knelt?
The path I have chosen is rocky, yes, and steep.
But it seemed back then the only way to go.
It leads me ever on into lands that I may keep
And those misted paths would not have helped me grow.
So patiently let’s move each step to higher ground
We will focus on a sweeter destination.
Together hand in hand is easier, I have found.
For I cannot, without you, reach exaltation.
© Cathy Brian 2012