His Call Found Me

My whole life has been a journey toward the Lord, even when I least realized it. When I was completely off His path, He corrected my steps. As far of course as I went, He never lost track of me, His lost sheep. When I was tangled in the underbrush and coated in brambles, he loosed me, and let me find my own way back to the flock. When I wandered off and was being carried away by the steam, He swam to me and brought me ashore, saw that I was dry and set me on my way. There was no reprimand, except what I brought upon myself, for I could not yet hear his voice. Until one day, I heard Him. His call found me when I had finally lost my footing and sipped into a dark pit where only His arm could reach me. I grabbed hold of His hand and He pulled me up, into His presence. For the first time, I could see where He wanted me to go, and the path that led there. I could feel Him guiding me, the voice ahead of me always leading and setting the pace. I do my best to follow. Despite my many missteps, His rod and His staff comfort me. My way is clear.