Trinity

I met You on the road,
Asked You if You were walking my way;
You, though, wondered why I was walking
Downhill where it was icy and there was snow;
Why was I not going Your way?
There was no ice although it was an ascent.
I suppose I had looked for the easiest path
And disregarded the hazards, noting only the gradient.

I want to come with You after all.
I can build upon my fitness
For the uphill road.
Wait, wait, Lord, for me.
And there You are,
Marking the way of life for me.