“For we walk by faith, not by sight...” 2 Corinthians 5:7

My soul is shod in faith
With grace as guarantee,
And I am safe where e'er I go:
My Jesus walks with me.

My soul walks weary miles
Upholden by his arm;
His rod and staff are in my hand,
I will not come to harm.

My soul does dance in joy
And stumbles when in grief,
But though the road dust blinds my eye,
God helps my unbelief.

My soul is shod in faith
With grace as guarantee,
And I am safe where e'er I go:
My Jesus walks with me.

Feb. 19, 2004

I wrote this poem a while ago (as the date beneath it testifies), but felt I needed to add it to my blog. This is the form it is supposed to be, rather than that in the side bar, but...I cannot figure out how to get it set up properly, so...
Anyway, this poem was really given to me. I woke up that February morning and was lying in bed, when suddenly, the first verse began running through my head. I hurried to write it down and the rest of the poem just kind of fell into place. Only then did I find the scripture reference. This was the first time this ever happened to me. Most of my poems evolve from meanderings born out of a desire to write at least something!