Blue Umbrella Official Feb Mar 2019 issue | Página 7

By Gabbi H.
My long winding path; I am alone
Stumbling about, no one to help me when I fall.
As I fall toward a large puddle, someone catches my hand.
A kind-faced man smiles down at me; He joins me on my journey.
Keeping close, to catch me when I fall.
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His hand on my shoulder; a whisper in my heart,
I pad down the road, feeling as if I was on this adventure for nothing.
He guides me along a rough, long, winding path.
His truth is whispered in my ear:
I have no greater joy than this,
hear of my children walking in truth (3 John 4)
Rocks under my boots; fatigue blurred my vision
I stumble down the dangerous path, scratching my hands.
My anger flares; my heart thuds.
A tear trickles down my cheek, I glare at the stones;
They seem to laugh at me.
Their surfaces turn to faces; they cackle at my clumsiness
I yell at them to stop.
He lays his hands on my cheeks, wiping my tears away
He smiles, his peace surrounds me, and whispers:
Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you,
bless those who curse you, pray for those
who mistreat you (Luke 6:27-28)
My path has disappeared; fog surrounds me
I take baby steps; my feet slip into a deep muddy ditch.
I reach for a hold; nothing meets my damp fingers.
When suddenly, something reaches for me.
His hands wrap around my own; He pulls me from my trap.
I see Him; nothing but an invisible face in the mist.
He leads me from the thick fog; into the shining light of a sparkling lake.
As I look over at Him, He whispers:
For we walk by faith,
not by sight (2 Corinthians 5:7)
As I walk farther down my path, it becomes smoother
He holds my hand in His; His love is strong.
It wraps me in a warm coat, settling on my shoulders
Feelings rush through me; His truth, his peace, and his faithful love.
Everything seems right, my hand in His?
Traveling down my long winding path.
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