On crooked road
and wandering
path
I fell — my feet
cracked, worn
soles
My lips dry
with thirst
for your Word
upon my lips
Tears welled in
my eyes, suffering
But you were there
too!
Though road and
path seemed to
wave
and turn, crest
and crash
They were laid
by you
It is only obvious
to look back
with opened eyes
A gift