It seems as I remember back,
To the days of former years,
The course ahead was a simple fact,
With no concerns or any fears.
I had a blueprint, a plan for life,
I marched ahead assured.
There was no thought or any strife,
No step the least obscured.
But somehow as I journeyed on,
The fog began to roll,
I blew it away and said "Begone!"
And strode on toward my goal.
But the mist is not so easily beat,
It closed in like a veil.
I could not even see my feet,
My face began to pale.
Then solid ground turned into marsh,
Each step a chance to fall.
My simple life became so harsh,
I no longer stood so tall.
Mist makes eyes weak to penetrate
The confusion all around,
But You call me to always celebrate
That though lost, in You I'm found.
This thought brings warmth and surety,
For brief moments that quickly go,
When night falls all around me,
And dark voices talk of woe.
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I hear danger to the left and right,
In front and close behind.
It chills this fearsome, endless night,
And crushes my hope to find
A path back to those summer days,
To those carefree, thoughtless hours,
When no mist obscured Your guiding rays,
And I danced among the flowers.
Six years I've walked this path of mist,
Unsure of where to step.
Peering in vain to see what I've missed,
Or where I've been inept.
But doubt of me is really doubt of You,
You caretaker of the mist.
The full journey's course You always knew,
Your will I can't resist.
So You really guide? You really care?
Though this path seems all alone?
I can't believe You're always there,
With nothing left unknown.
Can it be that through this painful strife,
You work a mighty scheme,
To make me love You more than life,
Or any pasture green?
So though the fog surrounds my trail,
I will not walk in fear.
For my unseen King will never fail,
And He cleanses with every tear.
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