Poem: The Path

The path it winds deep in the wood

The trees are full and lush

I know not if take I should

For falls an eery hush.

A hint of mystery seeps among the trees

Like a fog rising off the water

Should I go on, knowing not where it leads

Lord, help my steps not falter.

The sky obscured, the light is dim

The road lay out before me

In faith I walk, rely on Him

For though I cannot see clearly.

This is the path, I have been set upon

But the way does not seem clear

Father, I pray, please lead me on,

His voice I wait to hear.

“Trust me” arises in each tenuous stride

Until my soul grows brave and bold

Onward I trek in firm confide

Knowing in Who I am to hold.

And when I reach my journey’s end

Having defeated the great unknown

For once rounded past the final bend

I will arrive safely, to my Home.

And there my joy will abound

Through all the struggles I stood

My loved ones lost now to me found

And God proves He is Good!
                                     ~drbrandt