
Written by Audrey Edewaard from Kalamazoo, Michigan
Holy One,
You know the way.
I want to know the way, too.
I want to tell the way where to go.
I want the way to follow me.
Perhaps then my mind and heart can
rest from carrying
all
of
..this..
I want to know the way.
Instead, I will know you.
When my legs sprint through the
dark valleys and uneven terrain,
slow my steps.
When my eyes wander ahead,
straining to see what’s coming,
close them.
When I don’t know where I am,
teach my soul to be still.
Maker of the Way,
give me what I need to
worship my way through
..this moment..