His Way

God sent me on when I would stay

Twas cool within the wood;

I did not know the reason why.

I heard a boulder crashing by

cross the path where I had stood.

He had me stay when I would go;

"Your will be done," I said.

They found one day at early dawn,

across the way I would have gone,

a serpent with a mangled head.

I ask no more the reason why,

Although I may not see The path ahead,

His way, I go; For though I know not, He does know,

And He will choose safe paths for me. --Streams in the Desert