RUGGED TRAILS

THIS TRAIL, THIS RUGGED MOUNTAIN PATH,
I HIKE ALONG EACH DAY,
NOT ALWAYS QUITE SURE WHERE IT'S GOING,
BUT KNOWING IT'S THE ONLY WAY

SOMETIMES I AM WALKING THROUGH THE MEADOW,
ALL PEACEFUL QUIET AND STILL,
OTHER TIMES I AM SCALING CLIFFS,
AND TREACHEROUS PASSES SEEMS ONLY MADE FOR HELL.

BUT FAITH IS WHAT KEEPS ME MOVING,
AND SEEKINK SHELTER IN THE NIGHT,
MY KIND AND LOVING SHEPERD,
BRINGS ME UPWARD TO NEW HEIGHTS.

EXPLORING NEW FRONTEIRS,
WHOSE EXISTENCE I NEVER KNEW,
EVEN WHEN MY LEGS ARE WEEK,
HE CARRIES ME, ALWAYS GETS ME THROUGH.

WHEN I TRY TO REST TO LONG,
OR STUMBLE OFF THE COURSE,
I AM ALWAYS MET WITH MY REFLECTION,
AND FILL UP WITH REMORSE.

I GAIN A THIRST, DEEP WITHIN,
THAT SEEMS UNABLE TO BE QUENCHED,
SO I SET OUT IN SEARCH OF THE VALLEY,
WHERE IN THE RIVER I WILL BE DRENCHED.

AT THE WATERS' EDGE IS MY REFLECTION,
I DO NOT RECOGNIZE MYSELF,
AS I AM BENT OVER STARING AND ON MY KNEES,
I PRAY FOR GODS' KNOWLEDGE AND WEALTH.

NO LONGER DO I HAVE A THIRST,
MY NEEDS I SEE, HAVE ALL BEEN MET,
HE PICKS ME UP AND CARRIES ME,
BACK TO WHERE I LEFT OFF, BEFORE I MADE THIS MESS.



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