Fear came to my heart

because I could not see.

I could not tell

where I should be.

So I took a deep breath

until my sight would heal

I closed my eyes

and used what I could feel.

Slowly I moved forward

holding the rod tight.

Relying on what I felt

instead of my sight.

The process was slow

but progress was made

with each step forward

my hope was saved.

With hope intact

my faith may follow.

All because of the rod

that guided me were to go.

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