Текст: Spoken. A Moment Of Imperfect Clarity. In Dreams.

There have been so many times I?ve questioned if You were even listening
If You even cared about what?s going on in my life
And now I know because
Heaven opened wide
and I could see the glory of God shining through my clouds of doubt
Shining through this hell that I?ve made
In my dreams I sometimes see You watching over me, protecting me
My own will gets in the way of stepping from this hell that I?ve made
I can hear You now
I can hear You calling
I can feel You now
Your hand upon my shoulder