Step beyond the surface of your own private soul
Remember these words," you've been made whole"
Are His promises written in the center of your heart?
Are your eyes upon Him in this journey you start?
Every day is a good day that the Lord hath made
Shadows seemed distorted with medicinal shades
I became the deck of cards in the Joker's parades
The words became echoes of sharps and flats
I'd just been inducted to the Cancer Hall of stats
Fear thou not for I am with thee: be not dismayed: I am thy God
I wasn't like Moses, striking rocks with my rod
I was suddenly inside out: A mime without a nod
In this room without windows to light my world
Just the doctor and I; I became the little girl
If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed
My mind began to tumble like a tumbleweed
But God's words I knew and with Him, I'd proceed
In this November field, I stood contemplating time
As I fast-forward my thoughts to His season's clime
To everything, there is a season and a time for purpose under the heavens
Let my evenings find peace in a garden of soft shadows
Let the skies of tomorrow's rain trickle notes on my windows
Lord, I take your hand as you lead me
In the light of your path, I walk with thee
