I blindly hold
Onto Your hand
As You steadily
Lead the way
I tightly grasp
Your solid palm
Stumbling along
Arm in arm
You lead me through
With steps so strong.
Following along
Sometimes I stumble
Sometimes I trip
And Your hand
Raises me high
Wipes off my wounds
With lessons learned.
As the road
Meanders along
Sometimes I feel
The path is wrong
Or upside down
But yet
You continue
Plowing along
Ignoring
My tormented cries.
But sometimes
When we reach
The top of a hill
You grant me
A moment
To rest
And peer down
At the rocky
Bumpy
Terrain
That brought us
This high.
And then
I understand
Why I needed
All the
Scratches
And bruises
Bumps
And scuffles
And even
Breaks
And sprains
And then
For the stability
Of Your
Guiding hand.
And so
Right now
When the sun
Is down
The moon
Is low
The stars
Flicker out
When jagged
Rocks
Pierce
Deep
Within
My eyes
And squeeze
Them shut
And focus
On the warmth
And strength
Of Your guiding hand
With mine.