As I walk through mud alone, I trip and Wade through its murky gloom
My Dad would carry me when asked, My love would offer me the moon.
And now I walk alone through mud, the rain beats down upon my head
And look before through crying eyes, I see beside the path a shed.
I enter, happy to be sheltered there, not knowing whose this shed may be
And Jesus was lovingly standing there, saying He built this shed for me.
He wanted to remind what I had misplaced, that He was the One I had forgotten
And that no matter who was or was not there, I was never where He was not.
The rain, it stopped upon revelation, alone was I not ever or the future.
And sunny it was, and even if raining, I would have peace in any disaster.
We never walk alone. We may walk lonely sometimes without familiar faces, but we are never alone and God sends us who and what we need when we need it. Every time. Remember to spend time with the only truly faithful One. He loves us so much.
Tonya LaLonde 