Sometimes I wonder at the present
I wonder how on earth I got here
So many twists and turns on the path
That led me to You.
You held my hand when I let you do it
You walked with me each bad decision through
You kept pace with my neck breaking speed
And kept loving me.
So now as I sit with my gray bonnet
Wondering how it was so much has passed
Thinking of all the times I turned down
The very wrong road.
And times like this moment of quiet reflection
Alone in my bedroom, how can this all be?
And I look with deep quiet and see Your same hand
Is held out to me.
I take it.
I am held.
I am content.❤