On this journey, on this road
The path is straight, no mindless roam
I take my steps, one at a time
I need Your help, Your hand in mine

Your Word is clear, the time is here
But it’s not as easy as it first appears
This daily walk, this constant struggle
I was made for this, to serve you Lord

You are using me
And I am willing
You are leading me
And I am willing

My life at last, is not my own
My dreams and goals, I must disown
This path I am on, I do not know
But You are leading me and I will go on

Like gold in fire, You refine me
Like the potters hands, You mold me
With a caring voice, You scold me
And with a fathers arms, you pick me up, and hold me

Copyright © John McGlynn