Path of Thorns

			
			Can I turn to Him?
			Am I even sure that He's there for me?

			I sit here,
			Questions racking my brains -
			Questions that I cannot answer by myself...

			Doubt of all.

			Can I turn and look at him -
			And see a loving face?
			No,
			All I see is a mirror of myself -
			Looking back not in love,
			Looking back with an anguished expression,
			Waiting for the answers which I cannot hear.

			Which way am I walking?
			Which path do I follow?
			I thought this was the right one -
			But there are things here that should not be.
			What has happened to that beautifully paved road 
				that I saw before me?
			I see remnants of it underfoot,
			But bushes close in on all sides now.
			I keep forging my way through,
			But I'm beginning to slow down...
			Do I really want to get to this end?
			What is there that is so perfect for me?

			My weary footfalls come to a stop.
			I shall sit and wait -
			If he is there,
			Then he shall send someone
			To come and help me up again,
			But if not,
			Then I shall strike out into the brush -
			Find myself another path.

			But I have just enough faith left
			To know that he will send someone for me.
			He must!
			Or all that I have held onto is false.
			I only hope that it is not.

			I will wait,
			But that does not mean I wait in peace -
			In pain I sit here -
			The bushes' thorns stab into me -
			Tears come to my face as I continue waiting.
			When will he come?
			I am ready!
			I am torn...
			And I am lonely...
			What more is there to suffer before he will find me?-
			For I have no more energy to attempt to find him.

			He will come -
			Feel Him though you may not,
			He is already here...