Sunday, January 20, 2013

The Road In Front Of Me


The Road In Front Of Me


April 11, 2007

 
Sometimes the April weather surprises us in Illinois,
We had Spring last week, and some hints of summer.
This morning as I look at the road in front of me
There is snow blowing up, down and sideways.

 Driving in the winter weather is always a challenge,
It takes a lot longer to stop, and I need to drive slower.
I’m on my way to work now; the sun is on the way up too.
The road in front of me is full of promises, and possibility.

 An odd site to see freshly cut green grass mixed with snow,
And tree branches with new buds straining under the weight
And the scenery’s whiteness on the oak’s bark and ground,
And slush parting under my tires on the road in front of me.

 The intersection with the traffic light is just over the hill,
The stores on the left there will be open for business.
I’ve come to expect the normal, and take for granted
That the road in front of me is a little predictable.

 Can I truly predict what will be along the road in front of me?
Can I presume that the blessings of yesterday will be here today?
A friend died of cancer last week; another had a car accident.
Today’s snow reminds me that I cannot know the simplest future.

 There may be a lot of the road in front of me, or maybe a little;
It’s not wise for a man to presume, or to think he’s owed a lot;
God knows our coming and going; He knows our days
And He knows that a lot is like chasing after the wind.

 We do not know what a day may hold, or a corner may bring.
And we do not know what the future holds in her hand,
But we know Him who holds her in His hands.
And we trust Him with the road in front of us.

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