I blindly walked into the pit;
I stumbled, fell, and cried.
But when my soul called out for help,
I found Him at my side.
"You cannot go the way you came,"
My Lover said to me.
"But the road to home is long and cold.
There's hardly light to see."
"Yet trust in My Plan, My love,"
He said to me once more,
"For when you call upon My Name,
There's no pain you can't endure."
So many weary ways I wandered,
Each more lonesome than the last.
Many times I slipped or stumbled,
And couldn't feel my Lover's grasp.
Many nights spent sleepless sobbing,
And ev’ry one was worse for wear.
Yet often when the road was hardest,
I couldn't feel his presence there.
And as more endless caves I conquered,
And with each fall felt more near dead,
Longer did I lie half-waking,
And longer lay the road ahead.
Still, sometimes when I look behind me,
And see what dangers there have been--
Narrow ways and broken bridges,
And hollow caverns caving in--
I know that He's been there to guide me,
And, once more, I can begin.