MY GUIDE by Robert J. Burdette

Review and Herald Publishing Association · Takoma Park Station, Washington, D. C. · Mar 17, 1910

MY GUIDE

By Robert J. Burdette

THERE is no path in this desert waste, For the winds have swept the shifting sands; The trail is blind where the storms have raced, And a stranger, I, in these fearsome lands. But I journey on with a lightsome tread; I do not falter nor turn aside; For I see His figure, just ahead— He knows the way I take—My Guide.

There is no path in this trackless sea; No map is lined on the restless waves; The ocean snares are strange to me Where the unseen wind in its fury raves; But it matters naught; my sails are set, And my swift prow tosses the seas aside; For the changeless stars are steadfast yet, And I sail by His star-blazed trail—My Guide.

There is no way in this starless night; There is naught but cloud in the inky skies; The black night smothers me, left and right, I stare with a blind man's straining eyes; But my steps are firm, for I can not stray; The path to my feet seems light and wide; For I hear His voice—“I am the way!” And I sing as I follow Him on—My Guide.

— Robert J. Burdette.