A Life in Words

How do you look Jesus in the face and say, I trust the path... I trust that you are showing me a path to walk, a lesson to learn or lessons to be learned. I trust that you have my hand through all of this and that everything will be ok... How can I say that to him while your world is spinning off tilt and your eyes are starting to blur from the tear drops that slide down your face. We walk by faith, not by sight... I follow you not because I always know where we are going or we are going there but because I trust you blindly. You point so shall I walk... But I know that you know how bad this hurts, I know that you know my heart feels like it is going through a cycle of hard long pounding beats... And I know that you would not send me down this road for no reason... So I walk, not knowing where or why I am going but that I am going with you... so sing me a song or whistle me a tune and I will skip my way through this darkened moment holding your hand like a lost little boy...