He is a motion-sensor light,
Often unused and rusted,
Who only shines upon your steps,
And lights the way, when trusted.
The light begins when you get up,
And stays with you while moving,
Blinking to life to set each step,
So brilliant, soft, and soothing.
But you will only have that step,
No long and winding roadway.
And you’ll be tempted, as you walk,
To turn and choose your own way,
But there is only darkness there.
Though His way may be clouded,
You have to take the step of faith
Even when sight is shrouded.
So you may never know your path,
But He will walk beside you.
Your way will never go unlit
If you will let Him guide you.
– s. Clark