Wandering in the dessert
No, no more
Instead, I enter the gate
And follow the trail
Determined, knowing It
Is my purpose
Having felt it in heart
Since before I had known it to be there
The road, my road, our road
Is beauty itself
Rugged
Thin
Straight
It appears to have no end
I care not
I simply follow
Whomever has gone before me
At peace, No fear
Walking gracefully, leisurely
On either side
Are meadows of flowers
And honeyed springs
Their scents envelop my very being
Wrapping me in majesty
Clothing me in their purity
Sanctifying me with purpose
I need not stop
For I am not weary
I need not drink
For I am not thirsty
The Spirit leads me on
Always with me
Through pain and toil
In joy and laughter
Teaching and encouraging
In every season of life
The spirit also
Grants me the Light
For my Path
These Words, oh, the Words
They are my Air
My very Breath
Sweet to the tongue
And Life itself
I know this path
This journey
Was rendered with a cost
A sacrifice, oh so dear
A sacrifice that required One
To give up lofty glory
For Temptation
And Suffering
If only it were that
But true Sacrifice requires more
More from my Savior?
More from my Love?
Sacrifice to Death
Was the cost
To build the road
My road, Our road
Which is why
My feet stay planted
To my beautiful rugged road
To both Calvary and Glory both