Will it be good news or will it be bad?
I know not the difference, for that I am glad
The conductor of Truth holds our lives in His hand
minds cannot grasp but our hearts understand
This isn’t a game, not a trend nor a fad
but the climax of lifetimes with nothing to add
Alone before God, stripped of fear we now stand
in places and spaces where once we felt banned
With steadfast devotion, no leaning to gad
to stray from our course or waste time being sad
Homeward bound toward a new and proclaimed promised land
Souls united as One to an ancient command
In feathers of freedom our forms now are clad
released from the shackles of pain we once had
Committed to destiny, not what we planned…
surrendered to Grace, flame by flame, strand by strand.