"To transcend whatever would prevent me / To manifest the will of who sent me"

Epiphany I feel the hand of God on my shoulder Though I have not felt religious awhile I feel my steps as steps of destiny Becoming stronger though I grow older This late I might as well step out in style As I step into a good time for me To transcend whatever would prevent me To manifest the will of who sent me Everybody just wants to be happy As I would be too and I have become A grateful grey fox sprung from a trap he Never saw coming yet got away from And having been sprung by once thought unreal Forces beyond me I cannot but feel I have a role in that which is to come And that where I am is where God will be Whatever God is God seems to exist And calls in the night to me like a child I once could but can no longer resist As we opposites become reconciled I call in return and we both persist And as God exists so I exist too I feel the hand of God on my shoulder And having felt that hand give mine to you In pledge of the promise that I will be What I was meant to this Epiphany +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMX