Heaven, I thank you for this new soul.
My old was empty, callous and cool.
Grey shadows covered up my sight,
Kept me from crying to new light.
Heaven, you shook me from my bed,
Where I silently waited, as if already dead.
I walked and spoke with false feelings,
Funny how only He could see my need of healing.
Heaven, I give eternal thanks to your King.
Now when I stumble, I be filled with hope and sing.
Through grey fog, He took my hand,
And made promises of a milk and honey land.
But, Heaven, what I love best about your King is,
That His love for me has lived longer than mine for Him.
May praises for God and his heavenly host ring out beyound whatever grey shadows follow you this day or any other.