Lies a woodland green and lush

Where the melody of a songbird

Scatters the evening hush.

The dewdrops are sparkling sweetly

On the bluebells, violets and rose

And through the slanting sunlight

A moss-covered footbridge shows.

Meandering footstones are leading

Leading me who-knows-where;             

Sometimes through wild flower meadows

Sometimes near Wolf and the bear.

Flat rugged stones of beauty

Marking the pathway for me

But in the deepening darkness 

They fade to obscurity 

A tiny frail lantern is lifted

As I pick my way through the gloam*  

 This lovely, faint footpath I’ll cherish

For it is guiding me Home.

Life is pretty good with Jesus by our side, right.