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.