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