The Dusty Path

The dusty path which lies before,
The narrow hall, the bolted door.
The whispered winds which call my name.
My life shall never be the same.

The future lies, within a box.
Tightly shut with many locks.
The hopes and dreams I feel inside,
The fear which creeps within my mind.

I know the wonder of a fathers love,
Seen the peaceful flight of a morning dove.
Heard the hammers nail the coffin tight.
Felt the joy that comes with mornings light.

I’ve felt all these things and so much more,
Though my future lies beyond the door.
I know the one who holds the key.
For he makes his home inside of me.

I’ve known the ache of a soldiers fight.
Known the grip of fear which comes at night.
Felt the searing pain as the arrows strikes,
Seen the floodwaters roar across the dikes.

And though I stand on dusty paths,
Though about me now the devils laugh.
I proudly stand with head held high.
For you my Lord, I give my life.