God puts people on my path for a season,

that said I may not ever know the reason.

Until later on when I reach a place in doubt,

then it is time to get on to the better route.

People on my path leave with an impression,

that stays with me like a day old obsession.

It is this kind of emotion that often feels dear,

as I look to God will not need to have any fear.

It is the people on my path who seem to cleave,

on my heart strings located right under my sleeve.

Just when I thought it would matter the most to cry,

God touched my shoulder and I looked up at the sky.