Crossroads

I seem to have come to the Crossroads,
And know not which way to turn,
So I look into my Father’s face,
My direction from Him to learn.

I seem to have come to the Crossroads,
And overhead clouds dark as night,
Then quickly I call to my Father,
To ask Him to send the light.

I seem to have come to the Crossroads,
But the voice that I hear comforts me:
‘Fear not! Be not afraid! I am with thee!’
‘As thy day, so shall thy strength be!’

I seem to have come to the Crossroads,
But with words such as these, need I more,
For the grace and courage to follow
My Guide, whose knowledge is sure?