Look up to the skies from whence your help cometh
Is it from the mountains or beyond the horizons?
You sit and ponder days when you had a heart
A heart that was gentle in heeding to the prompts
You were in tune with your spirit and the source of your being
Lately everything seems to have fallen apart
A desperate plea for help deep inside you
Your walk around in the darkness wishing for light
Hopes to thrive and be reborn are deep and alive
You long for something better and with meaning
Giving to the poor and singing a hymn to it
Thumping your chest in days when you felt mighty
Every noble gesture you made gave you a sense of life
How now that you've forgotten where all that came from
Look up and remember your tap
All blessings flow from the One that made you
Your soul longs for the tune that made you feel connected
Anchored to the one that owns your life
In this helpless state of emptiness and despair you stumble
But now remember God, He cares deeply about your every step
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