Just over the horizon
We can sense the aroma
Of the fresh spring flowers
Contemplating their birth
Deep in the still frozen ground

Just out of earshot
The song of the bluebird
Reaches our hearts
As we listen
In humble faith

Just around the next bend
Hope stands strong
For two who seek
Both the mind and the heart
Of a God of Perfect Love

Just beyond what we
Can see and hear and sense
There is the place
Where miracles are born
And healing awaits