The Way to Go
June 3, 2025
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When you’re stuck at crossroads and don’t know what to do, When left looks too loopy and right looks askew, When the map is smudged
When you’re stuck at crossroads and don’t know what to do, When left looks too loopy and right looks askew, When the map is smudged
I once was a rule-breaker, trapped by God’s Law, No hope anywhere, for fear was all I saw. The verdict was certain: “You’re guilty,” it
I once was quite jittery, flustered, and scared, With troubles and worries that no one else shared. The world tried to help with its hustle
When troubles come tapping and knock on your door, And fear starts to whisper, “You can’t take much more,” Don’t wiggle or worry, don’t fret
I lift my eyes to the hills up so high, Across meadows to mountains and the blue sky. I can ask, “Oh where does my
Oh worry, oh worry, oh worry of mind, You swirl and you twirl and you’re never kind. You sneak into my thoughts with sly little
Fear not, little flock—not a smidge of regret. Your Shepherd is close so there’s no need to fret. He cares for you so and knows
Draw near, my child. Don’t stand afar. God’s not hiding where the shadows are. Take one small step. No … take two, And he’ll take
When the road becomes twisty, all foggy and black, And I look for direction like a train off its track, I don’t need a map
You can’t break the bond. Don’t even try. Nowhere on Earth or among stars in the sky, No power, no person, no peril, no pest
Oh Lord, you’re my lantern, my candle, my flame. You brighten my path and you call me by name. When darkness surrounds me with fear
When troubles come stomping with thunder and roar, And chaos comes knocking, and pounding your door, Don’t fret, kind soul, and don’t wriggle or run.