Jesus

my staff holds me up
the road i walk is long
full of ravines and pits
with no safe bridges found
ahead lies misery
torment and lastly hate
where is the peace that i died for?
what has become of me?
must i repeat
what i once did?
must i return again?
upon the cross to die once more
to deliver them from sin
in the shadow of the valley of death
all humanity does now sit
i might not be noticed
if i do come
my journey may be missed
i shed a tear, looking below
at what man has become
the darkest past that lay behind
is nothing, to what's to come.