Faith

As we first open our eyes we let in the first light. Still half way shut because it is so bright.
As we grow a little taller, a little stronger, we grow a little bit farther.
Walking down a wide set path you notice it start to shrink and little sun comes out to peek.
You begin to get scared and wonder if you have gone the wrong way. Then he reaches his hand out and asks you to stay.
Looking into his eyes you wonder, but it is not who he is that you ponder.
You know you would've turned to go the other way. For if his hand had not asked you to stay you would not have known his grace.
You know that down this path you wouldn't have gotten far along because the light was your faith all along.