We spend our lives seeking a path,

attempting to realize a purpose-filled life.

Trying to find contentment, avoiding wrath,

courageous in the face of worldly strife.

I traveled my path long without a map,

not knowing my destination nor place.

I was quiet and invisible, hidden in the gap,

untl God granted talent gave me to a race.

A bow and quiver defined my course,

like a released arrow my target was clear.

Much like a tree against hurricane force,

I now aproached life strong without fear.

Like the notched spear flying true,

I sought to follow a Pilgrim's Progress,

I found a voice coming out of the blue,

I will now succeed despite future duress.