God’s word is like a lamp that guides my feet
when evil tries to push them far away
from narrow path that leads to golden street
of Heaven, where I want to go someday.
God’s love is like a lamp that shines soft white
into my heart to ship away black sin
and steers the way through shadows of dark night
until bright sunbeams glow like flames within.
Forgiven, I am now the Shepherd’s own.
Redeemed, I daily walk with Him throughout
the tangled pathways strewn with jagged stone.
His power shields me from each blackened doubt.
You, too, can have redemption that I claim:
forgiveness asked in Jesus’ Holy Name.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
A winner at Ozark Creative Writers in 2000