In the way of Him Who created me,
I walk.
A scorched and bitter earth was my dream.
But He sent me His Spirit,
My Teacher.
The sights and cries of a tired world.
But my Teacher showed me it never was,
Never there.
First He showed me a better dream.
Then He smiled and we shared a laugh,
For I saw at last it was true.
The way of Him is perfect love.
