I walked my own road,
Hands in my pockets,
Head full of my own will.
Desire was king,
And I bowed freely.

Then came the Light.
It didn’t scold me;
it changed me.

The path behind still open,
No longer wanting its charms.
Now I walk forward,
Sometimes stumbling,
Often weary,
But never alone.

Temptation doesn’t disappear;
It sharpens,
Tries harder to call me back.
But I am not who I was.
And He is still who He is.

So I place my faith; all of it,
In the hands that held nails.
I let Him light my way,
I follow.
Not perfectly.
But faithfully.

And that,
I’ve learned,
Is enough.