And for this I am grateful.
I vividly recall the helplessness and the struggle
I experienced when my feet
Slipped and sank in miry clay.
Walking on Your firm foundation,
I'd like to say I've never looked back,
Never mourned for my sinful self
As I walked righteous and redeemed,
But that would be a lie.
It is true that I've never desired to return
To that location where I was separated by my own choices
From Your gracious provision.
No, I certainly do not regret following You, Lord,
But some days, I admit,
My feet yearn for softer soil.
Even if it were sticky or slimy,
Or miry as it may.
My flesh wears out and remembers
My feet were never sore
On the path I traveled before.
Ah, to be honest, it wasn't travel at all
Since my pace was so slow
And my destination unclear, at best.
I suppose, Lord, I am counting the cost.
My feet are hesitant to continue
Ont his hard rock You've set as my course.
My mind romanticizes the memory of that insufferable miry clay,
But my heart and soul, Lord,
Are set unwavering toward Your glory.
Forgive me, Father,for lingering in this moment of self pity.
Please heal my feet, Lord,
Or increase my character to persevere despite the pain.
At the end of my days,
You will stand before me.
I do not want to measure my success
By how far I've traveled,
By how clean or ragged my feet are,
But by how steadily I've kept my gaze on You
Despite the terrain.