Oh light that has shined
on my life thus far
where do I go from here ?
What should I do at the
bump in the road ?
The end closes in ; I fear.

With each day that passes
the end doth draw near,
but the light sprouts forth
new seeds
that hold new gifts and
even answers to what
your soul doth need.

Oh what a shame it
would be to halt
at the bump that has impeded
your stroll , fore God has planned such
a beautiful path and your stumble is
part of the toll.