A clear guide, a pointer to the right way

I strain to find it through my fog of doubt

Longing for a gentle beacon’s safety to guide

For a path leading back; for a hand to bring me out

Uneasily walking toward mornings break

Wondering now, wavering, softly quaking

In doubt, why now? Am I here for my sake?

Do I come here by choice or plan?

Make it clear, show me, help me wake

Just then, in depth of shadowy image

Now a voice heard, seeing for me with smiling eyes

Calling me by another’s name, but is it mine?

An angel, a face, a voice of glowing comfort

Showing me purpose in my doubt and time

From where I did not see at first

Calling, beckoning that I come near

Draw near now and look at this soft face

I almost passed, yet stopped short to see

Surely touched by the One, to be His grace

With eyes of long gentle life full and happy now to be

That spoke before our voices did sound

Of beauty in life’s simplicity and grace

She spoke, sudden angel, of things I knew and felt

And saw my heartfelt’s deepest place

Sudden angel, calling my heart back from the dark

Bringing gentle goodness and calm to my storm

Voicing His light gently to remember and know

Patting my roots with fragile hand, weathered and worn

Firming the ground gently from which I grow

Sudden angel, sent to light my path and calm

Here, clear vision of frail beauty and pure heart

Propping me up in my weakness and fear

Saying to my brokenness... you are mine

All is well; for it is right that you are here

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