When death did call the other morn
and shook me to my core,
too panicked I to call His Name,
The One to call out for.
Curled up in blankets, slept away
the day in dread and fear.
I could not cast aside the fog;
my thinking wasn’t clear.
Yet mercy riding on the sun
arrived brand new with dawn.
My God again has rescued me;
the fear, the fog, is gone.
I see some things from yesterday,
some lessons to be learned
and though I long to travel home
it’s not quite yet my turn.
Therefore, I must attend to tasks
entrusted to complete
and draw strength from the Spirit, my
Although dark valleys loom ahead,
my heart He does console.
He opens curtains to green fields
and gives rest to my soul.
So tell of Father’s love I will
because Christ set me free.
Restored and saved, I thank you, Lord,
Through sun or fog, through rain or shine,
I must proclaim God’s grace
and pray the measure of His love
redeems the human race.