Crossroads

Across the desert of my years
Lies a path well tread by thee
Amidst yearning and copious tears
I looked up and spied a tree
Upon this Tree of Life was nailed
True man, true God, Divinity
I ran, I hid, but truth prevailed
A molded cross you laid on me
I stumbled, fell, again and again
You slowed your step, patiently
You tenderly reached out your hand
And together we entered... Calvary