WORD STREET
Pat Tyrer
Along the pleasant path I walk each day
No matter how I wander, I am free
An unseen hand protects me on my way.
Adventure seems to call me to obey
To justify the reason life should be
Along the pleasant path I walk each day.
Forever wander, never a delay
To walk the path and wander there carefree
An unseen hand protects me on my way.
A life that’s spent with little more than play
Projects a selfish life filled with debris
Along the pleasant path I walk each day.
A promise to be grateful and display
The kind of caring, loving that I need
An unseen hand protects me on my way.
The day will come, my life will soon display
That faith has ever walked along with me.
Along the pleasant path I walk each day.
An unseen hand protects me on my way.
Previously published in The Penwood Review