The day had gone; alone and weak
I groped my way within a bleak
And sunless land.
The path that led into the light I could not find! In that dark night God took my hand.
He led me that I might not stray,
And brought me by a new, safe way I had not known.
By waters still, through pastures green I followed Him–the path was clean
Of briar and stone.
The heavy darkness lost its strength, My waiting eyes beheld at length
The streaking dawn.
On, safely on, through sunrise glow
I walked, my hand in His, and lo,
The night had gone.
-Annie Porter Johnson