I have discovered that when I’m walking alone,
it is because I’ve chosen that route.
So when I start to feel all alone and deserted,
I have no right to moan and pout.
If I plead my case, and no one pays attention,
no one comes running to my aide.
I can’t shuffle my desperations over to others,
it is my own bed, I have made.
When I stumble and fall flat down on my face,
can I expect someone to lift me up.
When I’ve pushed the ones who love me away,
now I must drink my bitter cup.
Whenever my load of sin becomes unbearable,
I’m about to break beneath my load.
Someway, somehow I have to find the strength,
to make it farther down the road.
When this life’s journey is over and finished,
and the death angel calls my name.
If I’ve walked life’s road with no one beside me,
I have no one, but myself to blame.
Because Jesus said he would never forsake me,
that I’d never have to walk alone.
And that he would lead and guide me always,
all the way to his heavenly throne.
By: Bessie Flint
2010
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