I do not know the path before me,
Or which way it goes.
Only that one is full of hardship,
And the other; no one knows.

There is One who goes before me,
There is One who knows,
But He keeps to Himself
Which direction the future flows.

Prayer and failure come hand in hand,
As does peace and storm,
But I only wish to see the horizon
And view its shape and form.

I see I must fight, plan, and work
Much more than I thought.
In order to maintain a gift given,
that which was bought.

My heart troubles me
Only as long as I let it.
As I sift through its lies,
And seek while trying not to sweat it.

I die to live,
Not live to die.
I sacrifice and give,
As I try to fly.

Now I decide
How to live in this gift.
Now I determine
How to die in this Present.