Poem

“When I said, ‘my foot is slipping’, your love, O Lord, supported me. When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul.” Psalm 94:18-19

One night I looked before me
At the path that lay ahead
The troubles that were coming;
I wished another way instead.
My heart was frail within me,
I could not take a step.
I trusted in my strength alone
And weak, I sat and wept.
Yet as I began to cower
A voice, it called to me
It said ‘Rise, my child, I love you,’
And I said ‘But Lord, I am so weak.’
He said, ‘Child, I am with you,
When you are weak I will be strong.’
I said, ‘O Lord, sustain me,
I am so tempted to do wrong.’
He said, ‘Fear not precious child,
Though hardship may arise
My love will guide and teach you
And I will help you to be wise.’
‘My Lord,’ I said, ‘I’m unworthy,’
‘Take courage, my child, take heart.
I have made you and I will carry you;
And you and I shall never part.’
I said, ‘O Lord, I trust you.’
And I rose and looked ahead
And with the hope of life behind me
I stepped forward with no dread.

Naomi