start the journey, one soft and steady, here.
prepare me for deeper waters.
where ever i land, just promise You’re going with me.
start the journey, wild and untamed.
use what You must to prepare me-
use what you will to teach me to stand firm.
take my hands and guide me; there is a cover over my eyes-
like a Father’s hand over His daughter’s, on their way to see her birthday surprise.
the anticipation tempts me to try and pull your fingers off;
the fear in me wants to cup them harder over my eyes.
start the journey, soft and steady-
but Father, you know, my wild heart cannot stay here.