Paths of Life
Some narrow paths through deep woods wind
Trees tower on each side
Like mighty giants, strong and tall,
Of many different kind.
I do remember, oh so well –
as kids, we roamed such woods –
Knew everything about those paths,
Their feel, their sound, their smell.
Those paths were calling us to find
What hid around the bend.
They promised us to keep us safe.
Whispered, “Come, rest your mind”
So many times I walked alone,
On those familiar paths.
Though times the paths felt dark and cold
They always led me home.
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.