When barriers break
Chains become a conduit
To the other side
I did not choose the path I tread –
It winds through places that I dread;
It rises steep near cliffs of doom
And shrouds my heart in lonesome tomb.
But while I walk upon this way,
A Voice of calm bids me be brave;
A Stranger walked this way before,
And suffered as His cross He bore –
So if He calls me to this place,
I’ll tread with courage, by His grace.