Day 3 of 7

I don't know what I'm doing here
This place so far from home
I traveled across the world to find
A place to call my own
But still this road has not been easy
Especially alone
You set my feet on solid ground
Each step I take then look around
My blinders on I focus in
To finally stay on task
I'll find a way to make it
I'll do anything you ask of me
So when the end comes at me
I'll meet it like a friend
Knowing that my final breath is nowhere near the end.

Day 2 of 7 (John 16:32-33)

In this world you will have troubles, but I say to you take heart. A time is coming and has come when they will tear us all apart, but you are never alone. Remember what I told you, when you're down and on the run. In this world you will have troubles but this world I have overcome. I have overcome this world.

Day 1 of 7

I don't know the future, no matter how I try. I'll never be the one who has a choice but to follow blindly into what comes next. I'm trying to accept what I don't know. For as long as I remember I've been the one who answers no, but that stops now.

These words of mine seem foolish now, but I pray you take to heart. I'd rather fail a thousand times than let this fall apart. I know the road ahead gets rocky and you never promised much, except to say as long as I will follow, you won't let me down.

What will you make of me? Will I be the one to take you at your word and follow? For everything I've done I've earned just a place in the ground with my name that will slowly fade. Nothing lasts forever in this world. Your call lingers in my ears, a challenge to live by faith despite what I've seen and who I am. Will I be the one to follow you?

Footprints in the January Snow

Her footsteps sauntered on, like an old soul song sung by some heartbroken lover a long long time ago. And like its haunting melody, I hold on to the fading memory like footprints in the January snow. Oh, and I don't know where they go, so I can't follow.

My thoughts float on the wind to places I've probably never been, but I've got my feet planted firmly in this ground. Oh, I taste the rain as it falls down, and I can't follow.

The truth is, you deserve a good man. Trouble is I haven't been a good man in a very long time, but I wouldn't mind giving it a try.

Sometimes Running From Your Mistakes Only Makes You Tired

I have a policy: I never stick around. But no one's following. I'm always rolling across the ground. No moss at all on me. Like a polished stone you found. I guess I'm all I'd ever need. Sometimes running from your mistakes only makes you tired, and you finally slow down to find out you're all alone. I'm tired of being this stone. I'm learning to embrace it when I fail, and I haven't even got that part right yet, but I will one day. And when that day comes I can look at all the non-believers and pretenders and I won't say I told you so. I'll say I know who you are and where you've been, and it doesn't always have to be that way. Uncertainty doesn't have to blind you. You can make a mess and run away, but one day you'll have to clean it up, and the only way to do that is one piece at a time. One choice at a time, we can end this. You and me together we can fight. This road isn't endless, this mountain not too high to climb. We'll be relentless. Standing shoulder to shoulder you and I in friendship. We'll be relentless.