The future is framed in a painting titled, Unknown It appears to me as a scene in a winding road that is shrouded in a thick veil, a misty fog of doubt
What tomorrow holds for me, I do not know For I have yet to arrive there Certainly, nothing comes easily in life Nothing seems set in stone
I cannot accomplish the journey alone Inspite of my stubborn insistence to try Counting just on myself, out of my own efforts, And I surely encounter failure I've learned there is nothing worse than going it all alone
So one assurance of hope do I fiercely cling to It is the only way that I can survive
Therefore, I place my mortal hand in His, A that hand is always offered to me, And I grab hold of it for dear life As the Lord is perpetually near A divne lantern unto my feet
The pathway ahead is still dimly lit Only a few steps can I see at a time But it is meant to reveal only just what I need To get me along through, to penetrate the darkness
For what is faith If I need not trust? What is faith If I demand to know everything?