I sit here and I contemplate The constant twists and turns of fate That lead us down a certain road, Though it might seem a heavy load.
Sometimes the road that's wide and straight Is not the one we're meant to take ... Because we'll find the way that's bare Will never lead to anywhere.
Sometimes we're meant to go the way That's never seen the light of day... Though it may seem we'll never pass, Each step we take may be our last.
When shadows hang above our head And we don't know the way we're led... We must have faith, though we can't see, That this is where we're meant to be.
So if we take the winding way, Face the troubles, come what may... We'll find that it's been worth the trials, The obstacles, the dusty miles.
We cannot see around the bend, We cannot see the trails end, But, we will find the winding road Will lead us to a safe abode.
~ by Joan Bramblee ~ Used with permission |