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.”

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