(about 1998)
I turned another corner
and tried to forget
the distance I had traveled
before the last bend
I looked to the horizon
The road looked straight and clear
I reached up to thank the Lord
and felt my Brother near.
Each step I took was heavy
for I'd come a long, long way
And I failed to let Him help me
on that day.
Not that night, either,
yet, the night seemed short somehow.
And when I awoke at daybreak
I looked ahead... Now
I could see a mighty river
miles and miles away.
My heart sank so ever low
I could hardly go or stay.
My stomach filled with pity
made starving more appealing
And all this worry
was for me.
So I stopped there
dead in my tracks,
or close to dead it seemed
my journey an awful dream.
How could I ever go on?
I called to my Lord
and each time He came.
We took it one step at a time.
It seemed a fog had gathered round
so thick, so dense; I lost sight.
I knew that river must be near;
I dreaded it each step.
I asked the Lord how close was I?
Was it time to jump?
It took all the courage
in my withered heart.
His strength I kept within my soul
and as with faith I jumped
the fog cleared
and there I was.
There was no river- not behind nor ahead.
And the Lord's voice gently shouted
How it had never been there
It was a mirage.
