It begins with one, single story.
Truth be told, that’s really all I have to tell.
Born eyes closed, mute and deaf, asleep and blind to the perils of my being.
Darkness clouded my soul, swallowing me whole.
But the story of my being is the tale of he who came for me.
Even though, I was his foe.
Yes reckless love,
erase the false and crooked lines,
write true this heart-story o’ mine.
A quiet mountain stream,
myth surging through my being.
The tale is true, the legend is real!
This life, not so much.
Open your eyes, find your voice.
The key: simply, choice.
Now join the Story.
Yours, mine, the great I am.
Oh glory, glory!
How I long to live