A Road

By Andrew R. Duckworth

A road
A road downhill in a dead plain
Where searching for life is done in vain

There’s a road in life that leads to glory
With green pastures lying ahead
Where golden paths lead to my bed
With no turn to
A road
A road downhill in a dead plain
Where searching for life is done in vain

There’s a road in life that leads to the Son
With open arms ready to greet
Those hardened palms and broken feet
With no exit to
A road
A road downhill in a dead plain
Where searching for life is done in vain

But there’s a road often taken along the way
Where the storms don’t end and wind sweeps
And men and women end with weeps.
It’s all transgression on
A road
A road downhill in a dead plain
Where searching for life is done in vain.

I ask the One to guide my path
So I don’t endure that painful wrath
Along
A road
A road downhill in a dead plain
Where searching for life is done in vain.