By a golden spike, two trails do make
But
lofty and proud, like a glass they break
Signs in the desert
Poles in the grass
Lead us to corrosion
Like green onto brass
Friendships and partnerships clasped within the hand
But
is it this that takes us through the land?
Gravel and stone
We choose to walk
While beside us
A path of sturdy rock
Under siege from eroding sand
Take
upon yourself, the outstretched hand
This hand is of Jesus
The Son of God
He turns the miry clay
Into immovable sod
For in everyway there is to choose
The
partnership in Jesus will never loose
So seek Him out
From His Word of old
And your trail
He’ll guide to streets of gold
Selah 
A Golden Spike by Ronhales Psalm 119:105