The Chasm of Confusion:

You are my way, O Lord, my narrow bridge
A slender silver cord that threads across
The chasm of Confusion, gaping black
Beneath my wavering feet- the farthest ridge
My eyes can glimpse, the barren range of Loss-
Half scraggled with the stunted trees of Lack-
A desert where I find no bread or meat-
A wilderness where water skins are slack.

And yet, my King, You chide me to recall-
This waste which is the limit of my view-
Is but a breath of Yours, and not the whole-
Shows naught except how little, still, I see-
A fraction of the journey- not the all
And clearer sight is found alone in You-
In You, O God, Who've walked this path in full
And scaled the distant peaks of Victory-
In Thou, who soon will Loss and Lack annul!