Slowly and steadily I trudge along.
Left behind life’s comfort and fun,
To write the destiny I so much yearn.
Unknown is the fate of my journey,
And hidden are the perils and the pitfalls.
I will stumble and fall I might,
But He will pull me through the night.
Then one day the sun will glimmer,
Awaken new hopes and a dormant dreamer.
With shivering hands I will hold the quill,
And write the destiny I seek, I will.