Roads I Like

I like a road that leads away somewhere

Into a lovely place for secret prayer,

A road that leads where God is there.

I like a road with a border of shadowy trees

Inhabited by mockingbirds and humming bees,

Where many songsters mix their lullabies.

A road beside a cottage, then a hill,

All near a field beside a shining rill,

The joy of pastures green my heart to fill.

I like a road with the fingerprints of God,

A road I know my Master often trod,

A road that has His smile and approving nod.

I like a road that is straight and always

                                  fair

That leads unto a place for secret prayer--

A road that always leads where God is there.

                                                                           V.C.