The life that would not be,
Plans, not of our own,
A purpose, a reason we cannot see,
Guided are we to the unknown.
Though our paths be broken,
Our walk, we stumble and fall,
Doubts in our minds, often
Yet in He, we trust and adore.
Familiar like the air we breathe,
Our fingers recognize the feel,
A song we know in the life we live,
Beautiful as a flower we stopped to kneel.
Surrounded by this Love,
Through all the troubles we face,
In prayer, He reaches us from above,
Our God, our Lord, our Savior, our Grace.....