Down
the rimrock trail I journey, my feet always secure. Through
the narrows and obstacles I find the pathway of my travel. There
are no hardships that aren’t overcome, For
my journey’s end is made known to me, and lies just ahead, Visible
to my eyes and ringing joy into my ears. My
hands may press into the side of the rock, but snakes, I do not fear. I
may wander, but always return to the path, Never
fearful of falling from this secured way. Attack
from any foe is beyond reason, for I am guarded by the way itself. The
trail is narrow, harsh and hazardous, if not wisely traversed. Someone
or something with their mind on me would surely stumble, fall, and perish. I
ponder where I am, often stopping and seeing the beauty to the surrounding rock. Majestic.
Immovable. Seemingly
timeless. I
step where the eagle’s nest resides. I
am unafraid, enjoying a freedom never known to me before. For
here, I am supposed to be. Here, I
am commissioned. Here, I am
authorized. No
where else am I as strong. No other
place could be as safe. To
others, I may seem at risk. But
being anywhere else, when here I am suppose to be, Would
be the risk, a sure harm to me, an exposure to certain death. So
here I walk. I
was led here, and here, is my way. This
trail in the setting of rimrock, canyon, and mountains, Is
a highway to my home. I
thank you Lord, for opening my eyes to my proper path. Perhaps
this path I travel is only for me, and no one else. But
because Your Hand brought me here, this path is the only path, The
proper path for me. This
path is a highway to my home.
Selah
A Highway To My Home by Ronhales
Psalm
16:11
