There was a time when I approached each day
With willful feet and calculating eyes,
Like some young child who sees an offered prize
And steps out greedily. I did not pray
For guidance that I might not lose my way;
I took the path that self-will justifies,
Nor knew its tongue could only tell me lies
About the goal, to lead my steps astray.
But now I turn to God at early dawn
To let Him walk before me down the road,
And never fail to find a rich reward
Before the amber light of day is gone,
If only just the lightening of my load,
Because I walk the highway with my Lord.
