The wind swirls around your face,
You feel really warm inside,
A smile creeps on your face,
Can this really be joy coming back?
Some days appear to be dirty stained glass,
Where the pain seems it will never leave,
The room of many doors,
To open when He calls,
When He takes you by the hand,
You can only do it with Him.
The adventure is what you make it.
Will you or I simply cower in the corner,
Or walk with the one who adores us?
Poppa, you simply make the journey survivable…
Without you, I cannot breathe,
But with you,
In the healing and waves of emotion,
You gather me in your arms of love.
And together, we can walk out this adventure.
One step, two steps at a time,
Covered by your love,
My hope is in you.