By Jeremy Pierpont
There it stands before me
The open Road
Going up
Going Higher
Sometimes growing narrow
Hard to follow so it seems
You�re leading me
Up and Down
Right and Left
Scarry so it seems
Knowing not the destination
You do
So I follow
Through the hard and rough terrain
Pressing on
knowing you�ll guide me
Trusting you with every step
Lead me Oh Lord
And I will follow
For I am but a child
And Know not
Where or When
4-26-2001