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.