Paths

deep dark oceans of sweat and tears
towering mountains of crippling fears
I traveled over and through and between
and on my Friend's hand I learned to lean

valleys and fountains they dotted my way
and ravens did feed me by night and by day
there were moments of light when the storms did cease
and I glimpsed that fair land: the city of PEACE

woefully inadequate were my walking shoes
beginning again another path I would choose
but this piece of travel belonged only to me
and another man's map it could not me lead

I view now a new path on up ahead
and though I can't tell where this one has led
I do know the mountains and oceans to swim
will serve to mold me and bring me to Him