The river I cross in the woods,
Heart thudding, legs kicking,
Is wider than my tired soul
may take me.
Be the love that guides me onward,
The faith I find among the trees.
The trail I follow through this desert
Chest aching, feet stumbling,
Is longer than all my wit
may endure.
Be the will that sends me forward,
The hope I doubt but say is sure.
The safehold I seek on the cliffs ,
Lungs heaving, arms straining,
Is further than all my strength
may carry me,
Be the grace that pulls me upward,
The truth I know yet cannot see.
