Paul H Nelson

Empty pockets, just a book and some clothes
Far from home and away from it all
Ahead of me I only see a lonely path for one
As I walk there is no sunlight to warm me
Only the steady cold wind snaps and snarls
The moon sneaks behind a cloud denying me a look
Black sky with no stars, I find a place to sleep
And as I lay down I thank the Lord for all He has done
And pray for another day just like today
How else can I be brought to Him but on my knees?