The Travelers Poem by Wakefield Mahon

You say we're going to make it
I guess I know it's true
The Lord has always been here
To help me make it through
I guess I'm afraid that I'll lose it all
That you and God will leave
I guess it's time to put behind
The fears and just believe

The Lord is my shepherd I have no needs
By tranquil waters, my soul, he leads
To the Shepherd's green pasture, His staff and His rod
He leads me to light for the namesake of God
Though I walk through the valley
Shadows all about me

We are travelers through life
We are bound to find hurt
Like the Hebrew travelers
Through the Sinai Desert
But follow the cloud
The pillar of flame
The Lord of all things
Will lead us through pain