Where we’re starting from on this dusty road trying to find our way back home. It’s a lonesome trail, a trail of tears. Where we’re heading to, we don’t really know, but we’re desperate for a way to show we won’t be derailed, derailed by our fears. With weary eyes and broken hearts, we shuffle our way through the dark. When failure rules over our dreams, and disappointment tears us at the seams. Light a candle and say a prayer. There’s someone listening out there somewhere. Bend your knees, kneel in surrender. Confess your need, where you’re weak and tender, and take a moment now. Release your grief and bow. Open your hands, allow the shame to slip away. This is what I pray.