A misty morning no sun for this day
No ray of light so dull and gray
My feet stumble , where will I fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
The way is long the hills so very steep
Roads with dust makes the eye to weep
I sway from side to side, how will I fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
The path so narrow the forest so dense
Branches whip the face nerves so tense
I’m loosing my grip, am I about to fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
The sky is kissed with streaks of lightening
Thunder claps its hands loud and frightening
My heart filled with fear I ask, did I fall?
But I know God will hear when I call
(This poem I wrote when I was facing so many situations that sometimes made me doubt that God even heard me call.....and i had to remind myself that He never left me He heard my every cry)