I spread the map before the King—
the best route circled on the page—
a line that joined points A and B.
But He said, “Put the map away.”
Aghast, I wondered—didn’t He know?
Travel by heart is dangerous art
for hearts will often tell you lies.
“Yes, my child, and so will eyes.”
Then He gently tore my map apart.
I cried, “I don’t know where to go.
My heart will never find Your way.”
“. . . Unless You give your heart to Me.
I have led My own in every age,
and I will be Your Shepherd-King.”