Our Guide

As we wind

Our tortured way

Along the darkened path,

We fret and worry

About the future,

What lies in wait

In the dark

Ahead of us.

We cry aloud

Asking, begging

To be told

What snares and traps

Are there

In the dark.

But though we cry quite loud,

There seems no answer,

No one to tell

What lies ahead.

But yet,

When we stumble

And almost fall,

There is a hand to help,

To hold us up

And guide us

Around

All the unseen traps

That are along the path.

And then we stop to look

To see our guide,

We find God standing there.