A Crowded Bus Ride

Once my Bobb and I were riding on a bus in Tokyo's loop,
It was crowded to the doors and if we tried we couldn't stoop;
All he saw was belts and buckles, but I saw above the throng,
And though the trip was irksome, still I knew it wasn't long.

But my little Bobb was frightened--to be wedged in oh, so tight,
The rest were so much taller, he was just a little mite.
All around him it was darkness and he couldn't see ahead,
He could just stand still and trust me; clinging, waiting to be led.

But he learned a little secret-he'd look up into my face,
And my smile of reassurance would his worried look erase.
Bit by bit the bus then emptied, Bobby saw a shaft of light--
Joyfully he inched out to it, now he knew that all was right!

As for me, I saw a lesson: God is in supreme command,
And though I cannot see or fathom, I will trust and hold His hand;
Though the steps to take are shadowed, and I search in vain for light,
I'll keep looking in His face--and be assured 'til faith is sight.