The Journey Within
Through the dust and through the storm
my endless journey to where I belong
discovered in the midst of failure
on blood soaked knees I beg you for favor
Please hear my voice when I cry out your name
Without direction my life is in vain
lead me to where the fields are green
in the whispers of your words I lean
I dream of the place where I belong
where my story of truth is written in song
Open the eyes of my soul to see
the journey you hold in your hands for me
G. Koevert
