We trust that You make the path smooth.
So we don’t have to look at our feet anymore to move.
We can gaze up at the trees, and even lose track of time.
Gazing up at the sun, delighting in her shine.
Father God You know each path, cliff, and rock.
And so we run, skip, even dance, throwing away our clocks.
So up the mountain, together we go.
Where to? Only time knows.