I was walking alone a serene path one morning, When I met an unhurried man. Both strong and gentle, something in his manner — He knows something most do not understand. He began to speak of a kingdom, Somehow present, hidden in plain sight. Of immeasurable value, waiting to be discovered — Something about this man seemed right. The world is full of people echoing, Of hidden things and lofty promises made. But something about this man kept me walking — I followed where he led, unafraid. He knows these woods well, The shape of every tree, the whisper of the wind. The sound of water somewhere over the hillside — He knows these woods, and he knows where they end. Come follow him — The scout who walks ahead with calm assurance. He carries knowledge — his character gives weight. He knows these woods. He knows these woods. Soon the path leads to a forest, At first the woods appear grand and tranquil. He points out things I would have never noticed — The shape, the color, the sound beyond the hill. You begin to transform without quite knowing, It is not only the forest being revealed. It is the man — his childlike wonder and devotion, His calm assurance, the deeper that you feel. He knows these woods well, The shape of every tree, the whisper of the wind. The sound of water somewhere over the hillside — He knows these woods, and he knows where they end. Come follow him — The scout who walks ahead with calm assurance. He carries knowledge — his character gives weight. He knows these woods. The forest begins to unveil, The path gives rise to a vision unforeseen — A vast kingdom, a great city, A royal castle — halting you in astonishment and wonder. The scout stands stately at your side. The man does not merely know the path. He does not merely know the woods. He does not merely know the King — He is the King. He is the King who walks his forest with you. The trees are not scattered — they were placed, A hidden design, opening more clearly as you go. Come follow me — The way that leads into His Kingdom. The forest you have walked through was never random. He is the King. He is the King. And the forest you have been walking through — Was never random. It was the way That leads you into His Kingdom.
