And I was on my way home, caught between drive and dream ... Standing still in a moment of eternity / Where worlds collide and I feel the breath of heaven over me ... I chanced to sight, out of the corner of my eye, a brethren lantern. Upon daring to look closer, I knew him to be not one but many, a hundred thousand instruments of phosphorescence playing a joyful symphony. Not a lone stirring of hope, but a reminder of the myriad promises of a good and glorious God.
Oh Lord, my heart is not lifted up;
My eyes are not raised too high;
I do not occupy myself with things
too great and too marvelous for me.
But I have calmed and quieted my soul...
One tear falls,
Shimmers in the darkness
As refraction captures the light
of a single firefly.
I keep my hope in a jar
to light up the valley of the shadows
when the soul's midnight presses down
and His hand is my only trust.
And this, the hour of need, sees
a hand that shakes but dares
to unscrew the lid
one dream to light the way.