Patrick Connors Toronto,
Canada.
If I cannot sing the song I must sing I won’t be able to share the blessing Destined to manifest when it is time
After testing, faith, and growth make me prime
Much great circumstances, it’s so hard to believe Such glad happenstances, who could conceive Pre-existing conditions, nothing to achieve Though my vision is real, until seen I will grieve
Lonely cave of despair I’ve been in many years Is almost dug through; become a tunnel into
The place where my dreams will overcome all my fears And finally begin what I was born to do
Before this could be I took a step back Focus on what I had to develop Patience, healing, self-awareness I lack Energy flow in which to envelop
So I went home to my roots to prepare Surrendered control so I could prevail Although right now I have little to share With all I am I will serve without fail
Of which I speak will soon be upon us; that day will rank As my best ever, and the beginning of even more With humble appreciation I will gratefully thank
The One who makes it possible, and the one I adore
If I can’t soon sing the song I must sing Promise that the future is promising Realized it will be astonishing
Until then hope will pluck at my heartstrings