I have been deeply wounded
It would seem that tears are so often part of my life
So often I am knocked about
Rising to my feet time and time again
I totter trying to keep my balance.
It has made me very cautious
Often I avoid the path ahead
I look on it with dread and consternation
Before me often I have seen a path of broken glass
No solid ground to place my feet upon
Deep inside I cringe at all the pain
I know I will have to bear if I go on.
The Lord says:
My child, once very long ago
I took a path like that with apprehension
Treading where no one else had ever trod before
Falling from the weight of all I carried
Struggling to raise myself up from the floor
Finding another kick to knock Me down again.
Deep inside I took each step with dread.
I took that route so you need never take it
So turn now from the path ahead and look into My eyes
Then look back upon the way again and tell me what you see.
I did as this dear gentle man commanded
I turned and looked back upon the path of glass
Tears misted my vision
My heart was wrenched
For upon the glass layed the man
'Come, walk on Me' He said.
Isaiah 51 v 23
Any You made Your back like the ground, like a street to walked over.