Journeys down a path not chosen
Fraught with heartache, grief and pain
Oft are long, unplanned and lonely
Fleeting chance of hope or gain.
As you walk the darkened pathway
Friends appear to walk with you
Soon you find you're not alone there
Others face these struggles too.
Take the hand of One who's been there
Stumbling up dark Calv'ry's hill
Jesus knows your every problem
And He whispers, "Peace be still!"
David Fisher - April 27th, 2017