go back, go back to the ancient paths

I was young a year ago
When last among these cedar trees
I walked the white and lonely paths.
Today, the bright blue Huron breeze
Sings to me a sharp “although” —
Though you were young a year ago
These paths find you yet young.

A year ago on ancient rocks
I stood and cursed, by bitter fear
Enraged against the will of God.
Now broken, better, I am here
And it is by His cross I walk,
By grace defy the growing dark:
God’s cornerstone is old.

By God reborn, towards Him I grow,
A wayward child, a sinner sure;
His grace has found me though I hide.
Again I come to this fair shore.
The breeze yet sings a sweet “although” —
Though you should stray, you shall not go
Beyond where He shall seek.

I am young, and by the bay
The green of cedars, graceful, still
Is traced by simple, storied paths.
For God is good, and by His will
My rage will turn to desperate faith,
My bitter soul will find His way.
His paths abide for me.

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So go back, go back to the ancient paths
Lash your heart to the ancient mast
And hold on, boy, whatever you do
To the hope that’s taken ahold of you
And you’ll find your way
~ Andrew Peterson ~

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