The Compass of Home

Out of a dark place
To a compass I call home
Adding to the circle of my friends
Somehow made me feel more alone

It only takes a few
To cause
A paradise to be lost
Little raises buying condescending hazing
Security has its cost

I smile that True North holds its place
And that there is a Director of my life
In circumstance and space

Whether my circle be large or small
I know the Lord personally
And I experience
His presence and His grace

Seeing the results
Of the steps I took while blind
My memories are now recorded
In words I learned to rhyme
As season moves to season
He was with me all the time