Stumble in the Valley

A pace too slow,

"Away we go!"

With a clickety, click.

Rattle my stick.

 

Stumble on broken ground,

A way through must be found.

Before the end of day,

Never to lose my way.

 

I stumble on the valley floor,

Stumble to your very door.

To stumble on to the love I'd crave,

Till you place me in the grave.

 

Then for all the wanted need,

You and God my soul do feed.

All in want of haste,

Left me to stumble and chased.

 

Run I cannot,

To that place too hot.

Where there once

Was my lot.

 

Now I pass through your door,

The gift of life to adore.

Praise and sing aloud,

Saves us all from the crowd.