Sometimes,dear Lord, it’s just hard

To follow Your every step

Often when I look ahead

Your footprint Isn’t there.

I can see the wind blowing sand

And soon your prints are gone

And fear it often fills my soul

Till I hear your windsome song.

Faith, my dear, must listen

To hear the Shepherds voice

You must not trust your natural eyes

My Spirit knows the course.

Just because you cannot see

Doesn’t mean that I’m not there

Walking up ahead of you

And carrying you in despair.

Do not fear the shifting sands

For I’m a solid Rock

Stay inside the secret place

When you’re unsure where to walk.

You’ll hear a voice behind you say

This is the way to go

And when you hear me, do obey

For it is critical you know.

I can be trusted with your heart

I know what’s best for you

So when the wind blows the sand

You know what to do.

Keep your ears near My heart

You will hear My heartbeat

And often you can even feel

My kiss upon your cheek.