I passed a sign, but I gave it no glance.
I knew where I was going. This was my chance,
But the turn that I missed made me circle again.
Then I said, “I need those signs that say where and when.”
We often don’t see what’s right under our nose,
Like a bridge-is-out sign where nobody goes.
We speed through warnings and scoff at a yellow light,
And then we ask why things don’t turn out exactly right.
We might say to ourselves, “There’s no need to go slow.
This fog isn’t so bad,” while the signs faintly glow.
But fog hides the cliff, and the drop is quite wide,
And the cost of not seeing can ruin the ride.
God gives us signs, and he gives us a choice—
To follow his lead or to trust our own voice.
Pride makes us think that we know what’s best—
Until we’re knee-deep in a self-guided mess.
God speaks through Scripture, through people and pain,
Through green lights and guardrails, and thunder and rain.
He’s patient and kind. He’s not waving a stick,
But we should pay attention and maybe learn quick.
A parable here, and there a whisper in prayer—
Jesus showed us the way but won’t drag us there.
For signs are not shackles. They guide if we heed,
But they don’t override our stubborn heart’s speed.
Some signs say, “Stop,” and some signs say ,”Go,”
And some say, “Not yet,” or, “You still have to grow.”
But all of God’s signs, when we trust and obey,
Can help us go forward and not lose our way.
So look all around, in the sky or the dirt.
Signs may be subtle, so you must be alert.
If you’re lost in the fog or unsure where to be,
Just follow God’s Light. He’ll make sure you can see.
