Walking by Faith
In you I trust O’ Lord,
for only You are trustworthy.
I trust you with my salvation
I trust in your word.
Daily struggles, toiling in rowing,
you see them all.
I trust you to guide me today,
through big things and small.
Walking by faith is something to learn,
my sight leads me wrong every time.
The just shall walk by faith,
my eyes must be as the blind.
The path is not always easy,
oftentimes it’s difficult.
Soft underfoot is not Your way,
but You give me wings.
You are a very present help in time of need.
You meet my needs even unknown.
Trusting you is all I can do.
hoping harvest is from good seeds sown.
The collection closes where every faithful life must ultimately arrive — not at certainty or resolution but at the daily, disciplined choice to take the next step without sight. Scott does not close Touching Eternity with triumph or arrival. He closes it with honest, habitual dependence — a man on his knees before God, naming the daily struggle, trusting the provision he cannot always see, and planting seeds in the patient hope of harvest. It is a fitting and human close to a collection that has never once pretended that the interior life is easy.
I wrote this poem as a man who has not arrived. The daily struggle is real. The toiling in rowing is real. The path that is not soft underfoot is real. What is also real is that God sees every stroke of the oar and meets every need including the ones I cannot name. Walking by faith is not a destination. It is a practice — something to learn, something to return to every day, something that requires becoming as the blind in order to see truly. I am still learning. I expect I always will be.