As I trod the streets of earth
Not shod for such as this

To paths I knew not where
By faith he took me there

My feet they became all blood
And I felt like turning back

Or at least a little stop
To rest while callouse form
Or walk on into the distant morn.

Where is an end or a reprieve?
Where is the place I’m meant to be?

Have I lost my way or am
I simply on the path again?

My God my God hast thou forsaken me
You the one upon that tree?

The pain I have and bloody feet
Does not compare to the blood shed by thee.

You took it all, our shame and sin
And made our hearts all new within.

And your Spirit left to guide us now
It peeks through and guides us each somehow.

When your word in bits becomes obedience,
Rewarded with a wink in metaphysical cadence.

And now upon that path to go
Never fearing decisions of faith as made

Though alone and bleeding as by earth
We share his cross and live by heaven unseen
There joy and fellowship without dearth.