You're the intriguing path on which I tread,
where secret joys unfold with every mile;
The hidden canyon into which I'm led
opening out to flower-bordered aisle.
You are the calm and covert route of peace
that underlies the tumults of the day,
the quiet place where clash and clamour cease
till I can hear Your breath; You are the Way.
And in a world of shifting sand, of lost
and broken promises, where faithfulness
becomes an ungrasped dream, where words acost
my senses with duplicity; and lest
I find some rest elsewhere than in Your heart,
or shelter underneath some other roof,
You gently pull my leaning-place apart
and make me fall on You; You are the Truth.
This is the only place where all is real,
where certainties abound and faith can thrive.
My frozen soul again begins to feel
the elixir of Your kiss; my dreams revive.
The thaw has come. The springs begin to flow
easily, like a triumph after strife,
clothing the world in green where new shoots grow,
pregnant with destiny; You are the Life.
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