The path down to the creek is steep

And I would fall if I tried to go there.

My balance is not sure, and I get angry

At the woman who bore me.

Yet, He and He alone formed me

In my mother’s womb, and it is He

And He alone who must take

The responsibility for me.

Wait! He did that! So long ago

I can’t remember.  It was beyond

The time he formed the creek,

Back to before He granted my years;

He took responsibility for me

And my tears are his, for in death

He buried my fears.

The path down to the creek is steep,

But, I will not fall as I go there.

He has walked and cleared the trail,

And I will make it to the water;

Because of Him, I will not fail.