The Way

GEORGIAN EVELYN SMITH

No matter where the way may be,
My loving Father guideth me.
That way may lead through pastures fair,
By waters still, o'er mountains bare,
Up rugged steep, through valley dim—
Where'er it be, I trust in Him.

It may not lie through paths of flowers,
Through leafy dell, or sheltered bowers.
The road is narrow, long, and straight;
And sometimes love seems less than hate;
But of His promise, we are sure,
That blest are they who still endure.

When little troubles seem to fret,
And error tempts me to forget
His ever-presence and His love,
Truth turns my wandering thoughts above;
His loving promise is my stay:
Lo, I am with you all the way.