Road

Lord, let my soul be in your hands
that hold the caverns of the earth,
that cradle seas and skies and lands.
Oh, cradle me as I go forth.

The road I'm on is dark and long
and leads me through the shadow vale—
but still a line across your palm.
Oh, bring me where the shadows pale.

I stumble, Lord.  I fail and fall.
I lie down on the ground and weep.
Give strength to get up after all,
grace deeper than despair is deep.

And mercy, Lord, above all else,
beyond forgiveness' settled debts.
Not for my sins, but for myself, 
grant mercy's ever gentle breath.

That when this road has found its end
beyond all valleys, flats, and peaks,
I may be still within your hand,
found there before the face I seek.

U.S. Route 95 in Churchill County, Nevada, is an example of a typical two-lane, bi-directional road found throughout the rural areas of the United States that are designed for light traffic. By Famartin – Own work, CC BY-SA 4.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=39452786

Allwheres

It is the LORD who goes before you; he will be with you and will never fail you or forsake you. So do not fear or be dismayed.
Deuteronomy 31:8

Through all the days that lie ahead
and all the nights when dawn's unsure,
along the ways laid for your steps,
remember that he walks with you.

Though cliffs rise up on every side
and mountains tumble to the sea,
yet go, for still your guard and guide
is with you, when all others flee.

With every step that you may take,
his heavens on their axis spin;
encircling you, asleep, awake,
without beginning, without end.

Awake, asleep, astray, at home:
it is his road before your feet,
and you will not step out alone.
At every turn, it's him you meet.

So go, and even when you fear,
you still are somewhere in his palm,
and every step, away or near,
allwheres you go, to him you come.

A paved Roman road in Pompeii By Paul Vlaar – http://www.neep.net/photo/italy/show.php?3390, CC BY-SA 3.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=173413

A Narrow Road

Narrow is the road I follow,
never yet has it gone straight,
over hill and through the hollow,
early though I walk and late.
While I pass through light and shadow,
will it lead me to your gates?

Though my courage wanes and wavers,
though my steps are small and weak,
though I never catch you, Savior,
though I never hear you speak,
every mountaintop is Tabor;
every hill is Calvary.

Nothing have I for my journey
but the love that draws me on,
ever twisting, ever turning,
'til all sense of place is gone.
Through the midnight, through the morning,
still I seek some other dawn.

Shall I meet you under your skies
if I cannot find you here?
Shall I see myself in your eyes
if my sight is never clear?
I must follow where my love lies;
let my wand'ring bring me near.