When the lines are blurred
And I’m crossing over
With my back toward the sun
When my path is faded
And my head is down
I no longer see the way
The faintest cry on bended knee
Turns me around
To see Your path before me
Ever present
Brighter than the noonday sun
Clearer than a crystal stream
Truer than the straightest line
Grace opening the door once more
For love’s strong hands
To lead me through
To lead me on