Though I have been rejected by those to whom I was connected

Though I have suffered loss, to keep that life bore too great a cost.

Though men might not understand,

and though at times I failed to hold his hand

God took me out of that place

To wher I could only see his face.

For all my alienation was a facade of guilt and pride

A deadly combination, and then I died, and then I died!

Coming to the end of me was only by your way

Coming to be buried so I could arise to stay

In the glory of the father, walking in a life that's new,

By the glory of the fathe I can do what I know to do.

And he will take care of the rest

And guide me so that I am blessed

And what escapes me he will show

When I've done what I already know...

Copyright 1994 Anthony Foster