'Twas dark as weary traveler descended down the path...
The path that once held visions of light now a murky, foggy bath.
Forsaken and abandoned... forgotten, abused, forlorn...
Pushed and lectured, preached and prodded, not heard... just merely scorned.
By past rejected and present worked ... requiring more than could
This weary traveler drags a foot to unknown rest for soul.
O Lord our God, You see through fog; would you oasis make?
With lack of resource yet needs galore, i trudge for Jesus' sake.
Discouraged with my progress, saddened by my loss,
Frustrated with the prodding, distraught by heavy cross.
But here along this journey, though i have but only you,
Tis more than all sufficient, for me your plan to do.
Bring sustaining comfort to complete another day
So different from my ideal visions and others' for my way.
Though shame around me rages from without and from within...
Give me the graceful confidence to walk in Jesus' win.
In this quiet moment, grant me peace to calm the storm
I cling to you, my Savior... no mirage... but real in form!
