The Angel's Road

I'm your guide up this dusty road.
I know its ruts
I know its ditches
I know its hungers
And I know it riches.

This old road and I aren't friends.
I know its falls
And I know its rises
I've seen its poverty
And I know its prizes.

Hopes are born on this dusty road.
Losses are suffered too.
Travelers grow weary here.
Some lose their heart
And all they hold dear.

This gritty road climbs upward.
Most slow down near the crest.
Some think joy's around the next bend.
But for every sojourner's journey
Is a sojourner's end.

I'll be your escort on this road.
Sometimes you'll see me.
Often times you'll not.
But be assured I'm always near.
Never believe I've forgot.