The roads I walk are weary, filled with pain and despair
Dusty, dark, dreary, each path, lonesome filled with care
Causing me to sin against my maker, doubt him everyday
Struggle to let his will be done, follow in his way

Yet my soul knows deep within, my God does have his plans
His ways are so astounding, his wisdom greater than man’s
I have but just to hold on, force my strength, sinew and will
Rely on all his wisdom, lean on his strength, stand still

See each road's pain and sorrow, as merely a bend
When clouds of doubt obscure my vision know it's not the end.
For the very last road I walk will reveal all he had in store
I'll learn the truth about my maker, won't doubt him any more!!!

~ Judy Doyle ~