I have been viewing losses as fail
And effort like breaking out of jail.
I’ve looked and said: “please, help!
I’m searching & there’s no hope I’ve felt.”
Yet, you’re always guiding, turning
Me and answering my yearning
Telling me: “Daughter, it’s going to be okay!”
Since his will is perfect & good
And his love is more than it should.
And even if I lose every single thing
To him, my heart, I will still cling.
At the gates he’ll yell: “what did I say!”
And every single thing will be okay.