Throughout all the ages
Mortality's governed our days
We live for a while
and may bring a few smiles
Then depart from the sun's shining rays
Along the path of mans history
The most sought after mystery
Is how did we happen and why?
Are we all pawns of chance?
Or could it be that we dance
For a purpose that's higher than high?
Might a plan emanate
Through a God who creates
and loves everything he has made?
Could this plan include one
No less than his Son
To save man - with his life could he pay?
Could its' purpose include
Such a vast multitude
That he gathers with love to amaze?
And embraces forever
With a joy we have never
beheld - nor will see in our day?
Well, this plan he has told
Through his prophets of old
and companions who walked with his Son
And this plan is for all
Who will answer his call
Who will love and acknowledge the One
To the faithful he's called
Though the world stands appalled
He will hold you through trial and temptation
Through tough times and hard grind
You are first on his mind
Though his hands hold the fate of the nations
Like ore from a mine
We are being refined
God's plan of perfection unfolds
We don't walk alone
On the path to his throne
and soon we will walk streets of gold
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