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Friday, July 15, 2016

On The Trail


Out the door with my feet on trail head
Surrounded by crisp, cold mountain air
Shaking off the stiffness set on by bed
With danger hidden up ahead, still I dare

I trek along the long mountain trail
With tall dark trees on both sides
As darkness subsided, dawn is lights veil
Lurking is a purring huntress near by

Ahead the trail becomes two
Drawn by the transcendent Guide
Who shows what I must do
Ignore the trail that's wide

Trek ends at the destination
Embraced by warmth of the Son
In exuberant worship and exaltation
His love absolute, never to be undone