Walking

Aug. 1985

I tread across the thorns.

And fear the walk through straits.

But the Spirit calms my soul,

With the warmth of a gentle lover.

So why lean back to trembling,

And why digress to shame.

For my walk can be of strength,

And my shame be but a memory.

Through Him my life is new again.

Through Him my walk is easy.

My soul renews it's calmness,

And life is sweet to taste