When we feel confusion,
In a tunnel dark and endless,
And it seems forever winter
That twists your own forgiveness.

Hear that songbird chorus,
A language full of wonder
And our tears become like waterfalls,
That soak the blossoming forests.

Godís hand creating galaxies
And the wings upon an insect.
And that flower you see reflected
Is a vision of completeness.

We seem powerless against the darkness,
But it cannot quench the candle,
That shines forever daybreak
To crush that web of sorrow,
And release that joyful picture
That always was inside you.

An image that is sacred
And rises from the ashes.
Designed with all the kindness
That shared the loaves and fishes.
Shaped with all the pressure
That polishes a diamond.