The Path
brambles tangle my ankles
and a vine from above,
looms down, brushing
over me.
i press myself against Your
back, my arms tight around You,
face buried in Your strength.
the path frightens me, and
at times, peeking around You,
i cannot see where it is leading.
i place my small hand in Yours,
i trust You to know the way.
when i cower and draw back
from a dark twist in the path
i feel the reassuring squeeze of
Your hand on mine;
Your guidance through the night.
You are the lighthouse in my stormy sea,
the beacon guiding me home.