The only rhyming poem I have.

I've been wondering throuth the darkness.
My arms reached to find my way.
I'm clutching on a familier object,
In hopes to find a place to pray.

Now I stumble on an obstacle.
I try my hardest not to fall.
But as I try to keep my balance,
I wonder if I have faith at all.

I pause to take a break,
And paunder on my life.
I want to find a reason,
For all this pain and strife.

I close my eyes and listen,
I want to hear his voice.
He says he has a plan for me,
If I follow is my choice.

Will your plan bring me happiness?
Will it open a fonder door?
Will I finally walk on my two feet?
Or will it leave me wanting more?

You tell me I need not worry.
You say it's in your hands.
I'll finally see the light of day.
And with you I will stand.