PATH

WHY

AM I ALWAYS THE LAST ONE TO KNOW?

AM I STILL INVISIBLE?

WHY

AM I THE LAST TO BE TOLD,

TO BE GIVEN LESS TIME

TO ADJUST

TO WHAT'S HAPPENING?

AM I STILL

THAT LITTLE SCARED GIRL,

CRYING,

AFRAID OF SPIDERS,

LOCKED IN THE CLOSET?

IS THAT WHAT I AM TO YOU,

THE LEAST FAVORITE,

THE ONE THAT DOESN'T MATTER?

WHAT DID I DO TO EARN THIS WRATH,

FORCED TO TAKE A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT PATH?

I'M GLAD I TOOK THAT PATH,

IF I AM TO BE HONEST,

BECAUSE IT TURNED OUT TO BE

THE PATH OF RIGHTEOUSNESS.

IT'S WHERE I BELONG,

AND IT WILL TAKE ME HOME.

PSALM 119:105

YOUR WORD IS A LAMP FOR MY FEET,

A LIGHT ON MY PATH