So gradually, reluctantly,
I turn to future face,
Then grows in me expectantly
Where God will lead with grace.
From way beyond there comes His wind
That will to future lead,
And my will to His will must bend
If I’m not to impede.
And as I let bad memories fade,
I am no longer lost;
From my own past my future’s made
For He has paid the cost.
His wind that from my future came
Now leads me on to Light;
I’m not the same for I’ve been changed:
My true self comes to life.
PROCLAIMING TRUTH! 