Heidi Viars

Some narrow paths through deep woods wind
Trees tower on each side
Like mighty giants, strong and tall,
Of many different kind.

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I do remember, oh so well –

as kids, we roamed such woods –

Knew everything about those paths,

Their feel, their sound, their smell.

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Those paths were calling us to find

What hid around the bend.

They promised us to keep us safe.

Whispered, “Come, rest your mind”

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So many times I walked alone,

On those familiar paths.

Though times the paths felt dark and cold

They always led me home.

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Now other paths are for my choice,

With trees lined on each side.

They, in the end, will lead home too

When I obey Christ’s voice.

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