It was so dark he could not see,
As he trudged through the falling snow,
He did not know which way to go.
He knew he had to make a choice,
He could not think with all the noise,
The howling wind and stinging sleet,
Should he press forward or retreat,
Confusion rang within his head,
He thought his home was straight ahead,
But he was tired and thought it best,
If he could sit a while and rest.
He leaned his back against a tree,
And then fell forward on his knees.
He laid his head upon the snow,
He'd gone as far as he could go,
But then he thought he saw a light,
Shining through the darkened night,
It didn't seem so far away,
But for a while he thought he'd stay.
He was so cold and very tired,
He'd rest a while, then light a fire,
But soon he drifted off to sleep,
With frozen tears upon his cheeks.
If from the path he had not strayed,
He would still be alive today,
And would have found his way back home,
And not have died, cold and alone.
My friend, this story could be true,
This hunter might be me or you,
When from the path we go astray,
And make bad choices on the way,
Until we find we're all alone,
And cannot find our way back home,
But in the dark there shines a light,
That reaches through the darkest night,
To light the path that leads to home,
Where we will never be alone,
For Jesus is the guiding light,
He shines for us both day and night,
And He will safely lead us to,
That mansion built, for me and you.
Jeannette E. Smith
November 28, 2003