There’s a song along life’s journey; its crescendo is delayed.
When changes start to gather in the scales of every day.
Though it’s building to that moment when the music seems complete.
a measure of dull tuning finds a place we must repeat.
Here the notes are full in real time; nothing’s flat or sharp to rise,
for the things that shape our lives and times are to the Sovereign no
Thank God for all the rests provided along the upward way, there the
song contains the promise of a better, future day.
Here we find peace within its borders, as composed by God above, and
the music soars in stanzas of the song we know as love.