I loved the little, stone-paved road
That wound beneath the aspen trees
And stepped across the stream that flows
Where daisies dance and brush the breeze.
I prayed and dreamed the soul-craved road.
You stepped away into the grass
And offered me Your wounded hands,
And what choice did I have? I chose
To follow You to wild lands
Good navigators know to pass.
We climbed the rocks that no one sees,
Alone with cliffs on every side.
No aspen-shaded roads in sight,
Not any roads at all. I cried
while others took the roads they please.
The wind and snow came suddenly.
They wrapped me in their freezing ache
And hid the world away in white.
I feared the storm would forever take
The chance of aspen roads from me.
But then I felt Your hand in mine,
Surprising warmth, flown to my heart–
The strength of Someone wise and kind,
Who knows the world without a chart
And leads His own with skill Divine.
The snow has stopped. My eyes, I raise
And gasp at sights no road could own–
The Snow-swept peaks beneath the stars,
The beauty I would not have known–
Learning to love Your unmapped ways.