The sky ahead is clouded,
My path covered in fog,
Still when I take each step,
I find the ground firm.

You have made the windy road straight
And the gravely lane smooth.
I need not see what lies before me
To know I am guided by He who sees All.

You have set the path Yourself,
A path perfect for me alone,
I may walk it through mountains or valleys,
But while upon it, You will not fail.

So, as the fog thickens again,
And my knowledge of the future fades,
I take each step with confidence,
For even if You lead me to the edge,
I will fall into Your arms.