I've felt that bitter, mocking, stinging cold.
I've survived miserably through desperation.
I saw around me captains of industry arise
as I declined.

but something has happened.
something new, I can feel it.
slowly gaining back momentum
dashing through my veins.

I found you.
A friend.
My beacon on the mountain
A criminal and you have pardoned me.

Now my eyes see
See through the buildings and capitalism
to the fields forever untainted by Man
I have seen the Promised Land.

But who am I
to deserve such a guarantee
the paradise that awaits foe me?
I am but a mere lamb lost in a meadow.

The Lord Bless you and Keep you
He is my shepherd and saviour
No longer am I a weakend sheep
But a mirror to reflect His love to all

Isaiah 30:18
"Yet the LORD is waiting to show you favor, and he rises to pity you; For the LORD is a God of justice: blessed are all who wait for him!"