If reluctance pushed in my day, forcing my sun far away, memories of last night’s moon, would insist I smile in spite of gloom.
If the wind refused to blow, now caressing of my soul, I would continue to believe, and caressing of the breeze.
If my love ran away, I would insist one more breath this day.
Beliving God would bring it back, I’d live in peace and that’s a fact.
If all the world turned to dust, I’d fly to heaven and always trust.