notice: this blog entry has been stolen.

if you recognize that it was stolen from you, please do not contact your lawyer, call the police or take offense. it is only stolen and posted here because, quite frankly, it needs to be read by people. over and over again. and while it certainly applies to my current adventure, i imagine with all that this life brings, it may have some relevancy and bring some hopefulness for each of us as we stumble thru things.

I do not ask to see the way
My feet will have to tread;
But only that my soul may feed
Upon the living Bread.

’Tis better far that I should walk
By faith close to His side;
I may not know the way I go,
But oh, I know my Guide.

And if my feet would go astray,
They cannot, for I know
That Jesus guides my falt’ring steps,
As joyfully I go.

And tho’ I may not see His face,
My faith is strong and clear,
That in each hour of sore distress
My Savior will be near.

I will not fear, tho’ darkness come
Abroad o’er all the land,
If I may only feel the touch
Of His own loving hand.

And tho’ I tremble when I think
How weak I am, and frail,
My soul is satisfied to know
His love can never fail.