Walking With God

As a newborn baby, I slowly began
Crawling so slowly until I could stand.
Tottering, I'd stumble, suddenly alarmed,
I'd look to my Father with open arms.
Then my Father, so faithful, would help me up with his hand.
My hand in His now, I'd begin again.
That's how I started, but even today
My Heavenly Father is never far away.
He walks right beside me each path that I trod.
Oh, How Exciting! Walking With God!

Soon, getting stronger, I began to grow
So I thought that I could stand on my own.
Oh what a shock, I fell on my face!
But I found sufficient my Father's Grace.
Chastened and sorry, I'd reach up once again,
Realizing my true strength came only from Him.
Now, holding on tightly, once more I'm secure.
As I walk with my Father, of one thing I'm sure;
He will not let go as together we trod.
Oh, What A Blessing! Walking With God!

by Sharon Byerly