Spirited through the high and the low
You have arrived by a crossroad
Faint, yet yearning, my weathered soul
Trusting in One, holding tomorrow
I see a way, that is no way
Path that was walked holds no sway
My past accumulated, prove dismay
One hinge on a stake, One Way.
Steps in the making, steps fleeting
Essential a road, none yet trailing
Cornered, indebted, far sea faring
My only hope remaining, the waters unsinking.
Out in the deep, security's sure ending
Far flung platform, faith's only beginning
Waters rage with footsteps yearning
When are the footstep Master's pupil trailing?
