I stand before a cross road and I don’t know where to go

To the left or right, above or below

 

I have not come this way before and I cannot look back

The place of my needs and all that I lack

 

I think from where I came before I met this certain way

And now I must go on; I cannot stay

 

How strangers come from miles to unite here in this space

To take the road that lies before my face

 

Yet I cannot move myself, something dwells rigid in my bone

I have a fear I’ll have to travel alone

 

There is not one to help me even if the path is filled

Single plants; together their soil tilled

 

Amazed I watch the road as it glows farther than the sun

And my legs tremble not to walk or run

 

A gentle breeze blows upon my back, cools my warming skin

In that wind a voice tells me to begin

 

On my own am I to travel to the end of vision

My stillness on its own a decision

 

My mind is racing with these questions concerning the trail

But in my heart I know I must travail

 

By silencing the voice that tells me that I must be safe

I let loose the noise; skin and body chafe

 

In doubts and fears I turn them to motion towards the soil

Feet that are destined after all to toil

 

All at once, angst and energy finally take their place

I lift one foot then I’m bound up in grace

 

A feeling of sovereign power and force attends my hand

Legs trembling before, now I cannot stand

 

A lightening, a lifting, compelling me to go on

A quiet but clenching hand toward the dawn

 

I have not been this way before, nor will I go again

Light travels not into the dark of sin

 

The way of cross road is the path of Jesus Christ my Lord

His way moves on as a radiant sword

 

He lifts the weary who by their nature quake at his hand

Yet by its grip he causes them to stand

 

He leads the humbled then to travel the sun shining way

That in his light regenerate will stay

 

What happens after is another story to be told

But know for glory the tale must unfold