My life could be called a shambles?
Generations of pain through and through
My path concealed by brambles
I turn my eyes to You
You clear one step before me
Cut through thorns and weeds
I am not unwounded
But along with me you bleed
You send the rain to help me cry
As if to say "I'm here"
My heart is touched, with wings I fly
My path becoming clear.
One step is all that's clear to take
One step so it will be
A beautiful life with You I'll make
A life that's finally cut free