I'm walking down the dust dirt road
The neighborhood is still,
I pass the houses – brittle crisp –
In autumn air stand tall.
Inside my house my fam'ly sits
Sends Jesus one last prayer
Dim candles cast upon the wall
The traces of their hair.
And as I walk my feet kick up
Small whisp'ring clouds of dust
Encircle my slow moving feet
Then settle back to earth.
Within the small dust wisps I gaze,
Imagine Jesus' voice –
It fills the cold and empty air –
His solid rattling words.
I hear the air say "I am here,"
Now standing at road's end,
Now facing forest dark with night,
Now tracing limbs of trees.
The evening now gives way to night,
The seconds fall away;
While feeding from the forest's mouth,
I taste my trembling faith.