It's been a long break; but for the last month of this year, I’ve decided to post this poem I wrote when I was in high school.
O Father, guide me where You wish to lead:
The choosing of the way be of Your will;
Your guidance do I desperately need
In trav'ling straight or winding up a hill.
When rough and rugged roads dismay my soul,
When brambles clutch my gown and hold me fast,
Remind me that You have been here before,
Experienced temptation in the past.
When shady pathways murm'ring beckon me,
Then may Your hand be tighter clasped 'round mine;
Because at every crossroad I must see
Your eye that guides me and keeps me in line.
Through all my life I long to follow You;
Dear Master, lead; and help me follow through.