Clouds defy the sun;
Suddenly as one
They block the light.
An afternoon bright
Becomes a cold, wet night.
Showers come and go;
Wind will stall, then blow.
Clear path or haze,
Vivid hues or grays,
Blue skies or rainy days...
You are my dearest friend,
Whether my faith is bold
Or threatened by fears dark and stormy.
You are the journey's end,
My shelter from the cold,
And you are the pathway before me.
Icy, shadowy
Doubts have followed me.
I recognize
Their illusive lies,
Predicting my demise.
Doubts will come and go;
Fears will fade, I know.
Through canyons deep
And precipices steep,
This is the path I'll keep.
You are my dearest friend,
Whether my faith is bold
Or threatened by fears dark and stormy.
You are the journey's end,
My shelter from the cold,
And you are the pathway before me.
And my strength for the journey is not
In what I know, what I say, what I do.
Help me yield every goal, every thought
To the wonder of following you.
You are my dearest friend,
Whether my faith is bold
Or threatened by fears dark and stormy.
You are the journey's end,
My shelter from the cold,
And you are the pathway before me.
© 2018 David Acosta
