Walking

 

Beaten down by tempests of cold and heat

Exposed to the trampling of many feet

This path I walk is smoothed and worn

History’s secrets trodden, from earliest dawn

 

As I tred this way, I begin to hear

The sounds of heaven coming near

God speaks to me, as I ask of Him

‘Why is the light within me dim?’

 

Create in me an upright spirit

One that knows no earthly limit

Shape my soul to some fresh start

That brings new life into my heart

 

Branches each with blotchy stain

Are overhanging this narrow lane

Rough, then smooth, stripped of bark

Seasons of life that leave their mark

 

God shows me that He knows all

And once again, I can walk tall

I’m told to be, ‘as gentle as a dove’

Asking for wisdom from above.