I’ve lost the path I was following. Today’s been one of those days and I’ll fill everyone in as soon as I can, but until then know that everyone’s safe and sound - it’s just been a rough day.
I don’t have a real title for this, so I’m going to give it a name:
Paul Laurence Dunbar
Lead gently, Lord, and slow,
For oh, my steps are weak,
And ever as I go,
Some soothing sentence speak;
That I may turn my face
Through doubt’s obscurity
Toward thine abiding-place,
E’en tho’ I cannot see.
For lo, the way is dark;
Through mist and cloud I grope,
Save for the fitful spark,
The little flame of hope.
Lead gently, Lord, and slow,
For fear that I may fall;
I know not where to go
Unless I heed Thy call.
My fainting soul doth yearn,
For Thy green hills afar;
So let Thy mercy burn-
My greater, guiding star.