It’s like I’m running out of time
Or running out of tries
Can’t find my footprints in the sand
They were lost with the tide.

Is it possible to fly
Or just a figment of my mind?
But God has never sent storm clouds
Without a silver line.

I search but cannot find
While the baggage falls in line.
Just hoping one night I’ll look up
To see the stars are all aligned.

Faith be the answer,
Though fear may come to thieve;
No joy I’ve ever felt can match
When God holds all the keys.

My spirit overflows
And my heart is now of gold,
A renewing of my mind in full
My body’s no longer cold.

Though dark like a thousand nights,
His light’s like a million moons;
No struggle like that of purpose,
Will appear as a silver spoon.