What would I learn if I had not begun

The journey on this dark and crooked path?

God possesses joy and also wrath,

And on this horrid day I feel but one.

My weary feet can only walk the race;

The clouds ahead grow thicker by the hour.

Did God forget to grant me greater power?

What hurting heart can hope to keep its pace?

But from the stormy sky, I hear a voice:

“God’s comfort is much sweeter in the ways

Of thorny trail, harsh wind, and darker days.”

Each wayfarer has only to rejoice.

God gives His grace, pervading through the noise—

The strength to run, and later, heaven’s joys.