Like stepping stones in mountain streams
Life thrives on stopping places,
And, 'gainst spring freshet's swelling schemes
We fend off troubled spaces.
A stepping stone is there to stay
Uneasy feet on slipp'ry planes-
And lift above the slipp'ry clay
All footfalls bent on daily gains.
From whence come storms that block our paths
Which keep us insecure?
They do not come from nature's wrath
Or motives deemed impure.
They merely measure natural laws
That play out day by day.,
And do not mirror moral flaws
That lead us all astray.
But, stepping stones in troubled lands
Are not by happ'nstance,
Though shap'd by God's own caring hands
We place them in advance.
Some stones are shaped by caring deeds
Like bread cast on the water,
While others come from planted seeds
That blossom in their order.
But, stones that hold against the floods
To make our feet secure
Must first be formed by spirit's quest
Set by our God's allure.
The mortar best for casting stone
Is made from love intact,
And faith- to fashion harmony
Where doubts do interact..
Like stepping stone in mountain stream
We need a solid rock
To hold us steady when life's whims
Slash at our dreams to mock..
A stepping stone to higher ground
Where storms and floods are naught.
Where peace and harmony are found
And God's pure will is sought-
This is our quest from dawn to dusk,
To cope with unplann'd showers,
And know that putting feet to trust
Will lead from weeds to flowers.
So, let us find our stepping stone,
It towers above the fray-
And let it for our sins atone
And guide us on our way.