The sandy path before me,
Reaching far beyond my view,
Looked strewn with many bramble,
The thorns I must pass through.
As I came into a clearing,
Lined with flowers of brightest hue,
I knelt there on the grassy mound,
For my thoughts were fearful, true.
I bowed my head a moment,
Clutching His safety near.
As I prayed aloud my stormy thought,
He slowly calmed my fear.
Once again, I began to walk
Along the path of sand and thorn.
Ahead, I saw His promise,
Sunshine falling on each new morn.
As darkness fell around me,
I came to the end of day.
And there waiting for me,
Was His blood for which he lay,
Upon the cross, for me,
So that I might truly live,
Without the fears and thorns of sin,
For, years ago, His life, did give.
No more the fear, the hopelessness,
Do I carry there within me,
For what this life holds along the path,
Beyond what I alone can see.
For He is there beside me,
Sharing my path of thorn and sand.
All I must do is love Him,
As I reach for his outstretched hand.