The Cross-Roads

THE CROSS-ROADS

I seem to have come to the cross-roads,
And know not which way to turn,
So look into my Father’s face,
My direction from Him to learn.

I seem to have come to the cross-roads,
And overhead clouds dark as night,
Then quickly I call to my Father
To ask Him to send the light.

I seem to have come to the cross-roads,
But the voice that I hear comforts me;
‘Fear not! Be not afraid! I am with thee,
As thy day, so shall thy strength be!’

I seem to have come to the cross-roads,
But with words such as these, need I more,
For grace and courage to follow
My guide, whose knowledge is sure!

- E. Randall -

		THE CROSS-ROADS I seem to have come to the cross-roads, And know not which way to turn, So look into my Father’s face, My direction from Him to learn. I seem to have come to the cross-roads, And overhead clouds dark as night, Then quickly I call to my Father To ask Him to send the light. I seem to have come to the cross-roads, But the voice that I hear comforts me; ‘Fear not! Be not afraid! I am with thee, As thy day, so shall thy strength be!’ I seem to have come to the cross-roads, But with words such as these, need I more, For grace and courage to follow My guide, whose knowledge is sure! - E. Randall -