The Path

The path I walk is dimly lit
is scantly seen by hypocrite
the winding way through golden light
to trod by faith instead of sight

Through shadow's doubt thy way be wroght
thy winding sinless path has taught
that righteousness and heavens thrill
await a man on heavens hill

The winding path through blackest night
is winding still without the light
by broken brook, by broken stream
like broken hearts, like broken dreams

The path it winds round shadow's bend
into loves light for hearts to mend
and leading on to heavens gate
the path to end with souls prostrate.

sentinal,

[edit on 8-6-2006 by the_sentinal]