Behold I make a way before you
of steady hope and perfect peace.
Lost then found,
broken then restored.
Life regained,
some things given up
that do not last,
to receive eternal prize
and personal reward.
To follow closely in footsteps already marked,
neither turning to left or right,
ever onwards.
Sometimes climbing,
sometimes running,
always with abundant life
pressing through and flowing out.
Breaking bread of blessing,
to creatively share with multitudes.
Never striving for success,
but receiving favour as beloved.
Resting in the everlasting arms,
safe now and forever.
