by Philip Booth Me in italics... ;)
Beyond here there's no map.
I don't always feel like I know where I am going, but I know I have a Father I can trust
How you get there is where
you'll arrive; how, dawn by
dawn, you can see your way
clear: in ponds, sky, just as
woods you walk through give to fields ....
And rivers: beyond
all burning, you'll cross on bridges
you've long lugged with you.
I know my past will have a purpose, and I will use it to move forward
Whatever your route, go lightly,
toward light. Once you give away
all save necessity, all's
mostly well: what you used to
believe you owned is nothing,
nothing beside how you've come to feel ...
What I used to believe I owned is nothing, and Oh how I have come to Feel....
You've no need now
to give in or give out: the way you're going your body seems
I'm willing to follow
...Slowly as it may
otherwise tell you, whatever
it comes to you're bound to know.
"For I know the plans I have for you, says the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you Hope and a Future"