His Path

I wrote this cause I was kinda bored in class. Don't judge...its a three hour ten minute class. You'd get bored sometime too.

His Path

I look ahead to where I'm going, through the dense trees.
The thorns, the bristles, the buses, they all block my way.
They grab, they tear, they hold me back, its hard to keep me free.

All I'm looking for is a little help, to keep it all at bay.
A leader, a warrior, a king, a teacher I can claim.
But for now, I'll do it alone, I'll walk this path my way.

That won't last long, my life will run out, with only myself to blame.
The wilderness will win, I have no doubt, I cannot do it alone.
I'll be stuck, with no way out, no one to give me aim.

But whats this now? An opening ahead, through the trees I now run.
My God, my Christ, my Creator lives, He's been there all before.
He's walked this path ahead of me, but come back, His work ahead is done.

He's been with me this entire time, I cannot ask for more.
He didn't have to, He came back, He did this all for me.
He'll lead me home, on His blessed path, right to His front door.