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The trailhead started clear and wide With the morning sun right by my side I thought I knew the way to go In the valley lush and the creek below But the switchbacks turned and the shadows grew And I realized then, I hadn't a clue The peaks are high and the grade is steep And I’ve got promises I cannot keep—on my own. So I’m releasing the compass, I’m dropping the reins You are the Trail, through the peaks and the plains If I wander off into the brush and the stone I’m a leaf in the wind, I am lost and alone But when I stay on the Path that You’ve worn for my feet The climb is a victory, the rest is so sweet I’m not in control, and I finally see The Trail isn't just under me—the Trail is Thee. There’s a shortcut there through the jagged pines It looks like a win, it looks like a sign But my own understanding is a dangerous guide It’s a crumbling ledge with nowhere to hide I remember the word that You spoke to my heart: "Lean not on yourself, or you’ll drift apart" So I’m planting my boots where You’ve already been Through the thick of the storm and the howl of the wind. And when I stumble, when I’m gasping for breath When the canyon looks deep like the shadow of death I won’t panic or pivot or try to break free I’ll just look at the markers You’ve left there for me Setbacks are coming, the clouds will roll in But the end of my strength is where You begin. So I’m releasing the compass, I’m dropping the reins You are the Trail, through the peaks and the plains If I wander off into the brush and the stone I’m a leaf in the wind, I am lost and alone But when I stay on the Path that You’ve worn for my feet The climb is a victory, the rest is so sweet I’m not in control, and I finally see The Trail isn't just under me—the Trail is Thee. Not my map. Not my plan. Just the steady grip of Your guiding hand. Step by step, until the summit is won. Thy will, not mine, be done. (On the mountain... on the Trail.)