For a few weeks, I’ve been feeling
that old, too-familiar, worn out
sadness, that sense of being left
behind because I’ve been too stupid
to know which bus to catch,
too muddle-headed to know
where I’m supposed to go,
discouraged because others
won’t come with me
to show me the way.
Then my Friend Jesus reaches out
through eternity to show me, again,
the gem He gave me to treasure
a long time ago:
“A highway shall be there,
and a road,
and it shall be called the Highway of Holiness.
The unclean shall not pass over it,
but it shall be for others.
Whoever walks the road,
although a fool,
shall not go astray.”
That verse always jerks my head up
from looking down
to see the hope dancing in the clouds.
Even a fool like me can find her way,
not because she knows how to go,
not because she’s mapped it out
or planned a thing,
not because of her sense of direction,
because she was born without that.
Only because Jesus has washed me
(EVEN ME!) clean,
I shall not go astray.
Amen and amen.