All that is gold does not glitter. Not all those who wander are lost. -J.R.R. Tolkien
For it is I this day who have made you a fortified city, A pillar of iron, a wall of brass, against the whole land: Against Judah’s kings and princes, against its priests and people. They will fight against you, but not prevail over you, for I am with you to deliver you, says the LORD. -Jeremiah 1: 18-19
What matter if I wander as if lost?
Appearance and emotion can deceive.
Shall darkness make me quick forget the cost,
The death He bore, my freedom to achieve?
What fear I then, though path from me is hid?
With Christ I walk. I know my journey’s end.
That truth alone my heart of dread should rid!
That Shepherd ever Good to need shall tend.
And if this seems not so, the cause I name:
I see not what I need, where peril lies.
My wayward heart none but the Lord did tame;
My trust that merits when my vision dies.
“I’m with you, to deliver you,” He swears,
A patient answer to my anxious prayers.