I ask not to see the course
You have plotted out for me;
No need to see it charted out,
Devoid of mystery
I only ask to see Your hand
Pointing out the way;
Showing me each step to take
And guiding day by day.
And so I look to You, Lord,
And seek Your hand to hold,
As I walk along the path You lay
And watch Your plan for me unfold.
©1995 J M McIntosh
Your ears shall hear a word behind you,
saying, "This is the way, walk in it,"
Whenever you turn to to the right hand
Or whenever you turn to the left.