This very seeking of you, Lord, easily becomes a chore. Day in, day out, searching. This path is ever familiar and I weary.
Quicken my heart and lighten my spirit. I see your light shining upon me and my step quickens. Why must I always, though, seek this goal? Why cannot the path itself bring me such joy?
Hold my hand, walk with me. Sing to me and tell me traveling jokes, dear Lord, brightening my outlook as one does a child.
Let me be a child on the way, no dull laborer.