I thought it was simple, a walk in the park,
But questions kept lurking and became quite dark.
They started out clear, like a bright sunny day,
But I was soon lost. I didn’t know what to say.
I stared at the complexity and gave it a try,
But puzzle pieces went flying like birds in the sky.
“Too tricky,” I shouted. “Too confusing. Too tough.”
I’d thought I was clever, but as it turned out—not enough.
I huffed and sighed, and I scribbled and stared,
Then threw up my hands, saying, “Lord, I’m not prepared.”
But a whisper came in the quiet of night,
“Walk with me, and I’ll show you what’s right.”
He opened my eyes—barely a crack, just a sliver,
And truth flowed right in like a boat on the river.
My jumbled mental mess suddenly made sense.
And peace washed over all my worldly pretense.
The mountain I feared became a hill, not so steep.
My haunting questions faded as I drifted off to sleep.
Not everything was answered, but that was okay.
I’d found something better while learning to pray.
Now, when I stumble through riddles and fog,
I don’t shout or sulk or get lost in a bog.
I ask for God’s wisdom and follow his way
As he leads through the night and brightens my day.
The world is complex, but his love makes it clear,
I don’t need all the answers as long as he’s near.
So wonderfully complex, the sweet truth I now see—
Walking with the Lord is the simple answer for me.
