When all the paths have narrowed, so slight they can't be seen,
And even when turning back around, I can't see where I've been,
And I'm only in the moment, the ticking of each hand,
No past recalled; no future thought, only just where I now stand,
That's when I feel the closest, to the maker of it all,
When I'm reminded how great he is, and that I'm so very small,
And that one day.... there will be no more tears,
That one day.... there will be no pain,
No more darkness, and no more death,
No evil and no rain.
Just because he chose to love me, even when I deserved no love,
And made me fresh and new again, with his spirit from above.
A spirit that now lives in me, and where it leads I'll go,
For the path that is invisible now, the Maker's sure to show.