Feet

Your Word is said to be a lamp
That shines upon my feet
But it is pretty dark down there
When obstacles I meet
Perhaps I should be charging up
The batteries that power
Your light which shows me how to get
Through every rock and flower.

For there are many benefits
From studying Your book
A clearer talk, a closer walk
Why don't I take a look?
Decide to give You lots of space
So we could finally meet
And in those times we could decide
Direction for my feet.