Master Grader

There are things in my path, yes things in the road;

I wish were not there, but they found their abode.

I pray the road’s straight, I trust that it’s smooth;

For the direction I took, is the way God said move.

I started the journey, on my face a big smile;

Knowing God is there with me, each and every mile.

When all of a sudden, rough roads everywhere;

My vehicle is bouncing, to the point of repair.

Those things in my path, the holes in the road;

I’ve heard them called chuckholes, so quickly I slowed.

Time seems to be wasting, but cautiously I move;

From one chuck to another, oh I wish it were smooth.

My journey not ended, though bruised I may be;

Continuing the same direction, smiles you cannot see.

Looking now in despair, many doubts fill my mind;

Should I travel this road, or is there another to find.

But this one God chose, He’ll make a way through;

His Word holds the answer, He’ll do what others can’t do.

Then all of a sudden, a large grader appeared;

Out of nowhere it came, why was it I feared.

An expert was driving, He knew what to do;

Filling chucks with new matter, smoothing upper part too.

Many of God’s people, face chuckholes we know;

Having lost inner vision, through life’s stormy flow.

Slowing progress of travel, with questions of doubt;

Which way do I journey, praying Lord help me out.

Encouragement comes quickly, as God’s Word speaks clear;

Lean not to your understanding, just trust and don’t fear.

They stand in amazement, as the Lord undertakes;

Being filled with new essence, for He never forsakes.

Written by,

Papa Boyd