Through the wilderness, I find a blessing.
I hear a voice that whispers in the air.
Despite my weakness, I hate confessing
That something is clinging without a care.
My heart goes out to those in so much pain.
My eyes are tired of seeing the same.
There seems to be little that I can gain.
It is difficult to admit my shame.
Invisible, the battle rages on.
I know who will win, who I am to be.
The insistence to falter will be gone.
The trumpets will sound when he rescues me.
My soul belongs to Justice, Truth, and Love.
It soars to the high heavens like a dove.