My Guide

The wind was wild and chilly On that cold, wet winters night But I finally felt the warmth Of a far of light For many years I did wander Not knowing where to go There I met this poor pilgrim It was him I got to know He was searching for his Lord His one eternal master He was old and frail and ill But he was urging me to move faster The night before we hit the light He went away from me The peaceful look that came from him Was a wondrous sight to see I was lost, alone, bewildered ‘Til he came to me in a dream He was my guide from start to finish And that was when I screamed: “My Lord, my God, my Master I now come to pray to you I ask for your forgiveness And your help to guide me through You have my friend the pilgrim I thank you, you allowed us to meet I pray that you can help me Because sin I want to beat” The wind was wild and chilly On that cold, wet winters night But I finally felt the warmth Of a far off light