Poem December 16, 1939 Issue

Direction

KATHRINE H. WILLIAMS

Lord, when my footsteps pause at those detours
Along life's road, I pray Thee let me see
Thy pleasures wiser than the world's allures;
And let me choose the path that goes to Thee,
Remembering that vacillation finds
An ever-clouded scene, wherein no rift
Above illumes Thy certain way that winds
Like gleaming ribbon through this shadow-drift.
Or when, with lips apart, I only stand,
Testing the word a human heart would say,
Deciding on the course, hold Thou my hand
And put the double-mindedness away.
From out the multitude of paths that be,
Lord, let me choose the path that goes to Thee.