Trials on the trail of life
What is this furor?
Why this uproar?
No murderer or sinner
I’m no criminal or offender.
I walk, I run
exploring new terrain.
With the jest of a child
just learning to toddle and stride.
I fear not a fall,
of getting bruised or burnt.
Learning each day
with faith in my heart-
For I know you have sanctified my path.
I may fumble or trip,
over the stones laid on the trail.
I may lose my route on dark alleyway-
But with my resolve strong, my destination untainted,
you Master Maker will smooth out my wounds.
At the end of the dark tunnel there will be your glowing light-
Illuminating my being, erasing the pain,
for I would have passed each test each trial on life’s lane.
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