The journey of a daughter is often a delicate balance between honoring the roots that raised her and shielding the new life she holds in her arms. It is a narrow path walked between the echoes of a stubborn past and the bright hope of a righteous future. When the weight of family burdens feels like a slow-growing vine, and the weariness of the soul becomes a heavy shroud, there is only one place to find true rest. This is a reflection on surrendering the struggle to a higher power, trusting that even in the midst of the storm, there is a steady hand to hold and a peaceful water that waits at the end of the road.
The Daughter’s Narrow Path
Between the morning light and the heavy door,
I walk the line of contentment with what I have,
While the weight of the past cries out for more,
And I seek the turn of a righteous path.
I hold my child, a gift I must shield,
While bearing the burdens of those who won't yield.
I reach for my parents with a gentle answer,
But their stubbornness is a slow-growing vine;
They wait for the storm to become a disaster
Before they seek counsel or a hopeful sign.
I am weary and heavy-laden, Lord, it is true,
Looking for rest that can only found in You.
I put on compassion, kindness, and grace,
Though I am asking for bread at their table still;
I strive to honor and find my place,
Surrendering my heart to Your holy will.
You are the sturdy shelter when the wind is cold,
The faithful friend whose hand I can hold.
So I will be still and I will not fret,
For You supply every need that I face;
You’ll help me to pay every dues and every debt,
And lead me out of this weary grace.
You hold my right hand, saying "Fear not, My daughter,"
Leading me peacefully by the still water. 