It was the best of times,
It was the worst of times.
I know that sounds cliché
But those seem to be the only words
To describe the present day.

How could something so corrupt
As bitterness and hate
Spring from something so pure as love
Poured out from heaven’s gate?

I wonder which path I would have chosen
If I knew what lay ahead.
Would I be brave enough to love
Or run away instead?

I try to voice the pain inside
In search of some release.
But failure greets me every time,
Robbing me of peace.

But when I look into your eyes
And see all the love that’s there
I know I must give us a chance
After all, it’s only fair.

Each person has the right to choose
The path that they will take.
And there are no guarantees in life
To assure your heart won’t break.

So despite of disapproving eyes
And warm hearts now turned cold.
I’ll stand in faith believing in
The promises foretold.

For when my Father speaks to me
I know each word rings true
And when He said “more than a season”
Perhaps He spoke of you.

I thought it was a place I’d be
Perhaps somewhere I would stay.
But it seems to be the path I took
And I found you along the way.

So although I feel a little lost
And can’t quite understand.
I’ll stake my peace in knowing that
I’m in my Father’s hand.

And in His hand is where I’ll stay
Now and forever more.
And I’ll rejoice in what I have
And in what He has in store.