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Walk With Me

Walk with me down dusty roads
Past every haunt I know that's closed
Past busted farms and old schoolmarms
that somehow never mend.

Walk with me through broken dreams
It seems they snake like dried-up streams
Down broken lines on roads that never end.

Walk with me in friendship, slowly
With patience, love or something Holy,
In stronger ways than we can walk alone.

I walk alone these dusty roads
With a lonely heart I know that's closed
‘Cause I see your face in every face I see.

Randy Hurst