The Path

She comes upon a quiet path,
Over hill and hollow.
A private road through unknown lands,
That none but she may follow.

Once she sought a different way,
Where many chose to walk.
With guides to light the way ahead,
As a shepherd leads the flock.

They claimed to have the answers;
They said they knew the way.
Promised if she'd only follow,
That she would not be lead astray.

But near that great and beaten path
Another road stretched out.
With sign posts that bore her name,
And called her with a shout.

The shepherds bade her not to go;
That road would be her end.
On such a path, there is no guide,
No one to call her friend.

While here there were no mysteries,
No choices to be made.
She only had to follow,
A course already laid.

But that did not seem right to her,
That others made her choice.
And so she left that road behind
To heed a higher voice.

It called her down that quiet path,
And her heart began to stir.
For she alone could chart the way,
Down a road meant just for her.

Though she may encounter perils,
On this path when ere she came.
She knows now where she's going,
For the road signs bear her name.

And she thinks of all those people,
On that road that leads to wrath.
Who are looking for salvation
on someone else's path.