Foggy Days

Sometimes following you is like hiking in the fog
Some trails are familiar, some are new
Sometimes you bring a map, some days you don't
Sometimes you call us to wander and wonder

Hiking along the fog might settle
Seeing ahead isn't really an option
If I try to look ahead, I might get lost
So I turn my attention to my steps

Focusing where I place my feet keeps me grounded
I can see the ground, looking straight down
If I try to glance up just a step or two advanced
I might find myself confused again, or tripping up

Hiking in the woods I might need to see
But too far ahead I can afford to leave unknown
Maybe atop a hill I may catch a glance of a mountain
Something off in the distance that may be ahead

The funny thing about trails, though, they bend
Maybe I see a hilltop clearing up ahead
I head back into the fog following the trail I'm on
My path bends and turns and twists

Further down I go, never going up the hill I saw
I expected a high hilltop, but I found a valley instead
Maybe I hear the murmur of a babbling brooke
But maybe my path bends again away from the stream

Following you, my Lord, I have no fear
If I stay on the path, you will guide me right
No matter where I thought I might be headed
If I'm following you I will always be found

Keep me focused on the here and now
Paying attention to my next best step
Don't let me look ahead and trip
Stay with me through valleys and climbs

As long as I'm on your path, I'm good
I can't get lost in the fog, step by step
I will always be found, you never lost me
Keep my heart at peace even when I'm blind