Guiding Light

Well the road is wide,
and waters run of either side,
and my shadow went with fading light,
stretching out towards the night.

'Cause the Sun is low,
and I yet have still so far to go, 
my lonely heart is beating slow,
tired of the wonder.

There's a sign ahead,
but I think it's the same one again,
and I'm thinking 'bout my only friend,
and so I find my way home.

When I need to get home 
you're my guiding light, 
you're my guiding light.

When I need to get home, 
you're my guiding light,
you're my guiding light.

Well the air is cold,
and yonder lies my sleeping soul,
by the branches broke like bones,
this weakened tree no longer holds.

But the night is still,
and I have not yet lost my will,
and so I will keep on moving 'till,
'till I find my way home.

When I need to get home, 
you're my guiding light,
you're my guiding light.

Picture credit: Ken Fisher Photography

Standing on a crossroad,
She doesn't know where to go.
Feeling lost,
She stretched her head out to see where the roads lead to.
Staring hard and long,
Eager to search for a sign
Which road should she take?

Knowing that once she chose, there's no turning back,
She dare not take a step.
Then a comforting voice spoke,
"Have faith, My child. Trust in Me."

With that assurance that she'll be in safe hands,
She started on the journey
It's like tiny lights in the dark,
Guiding her every step,
She knows she will get there safely.

Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light for my path.

- Psalm 119:105