Clear Path

Clear Path

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