Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will not fear Yea, though I breathe heavy struggle in every breath I will draw near
II. Passage Through the Valley
I have broken bread with evil unaware I have sat down to dine with the road to hell I have walked hand-in-hand with deception and greed And I have lived to tell
Sometimes I feel like a puppet of "fate" And struggle to sever the strings Sometimes my soul tries to fly away But collapses under broken wings The modern-day Judas has planted the kiss The chameleon has changed once again Open the gates of betrayal Plant the knife in my back, my "friend"
Why must another day sown reap with confusion? Why must I sleep wrapped in blankets of pain? Trying to win with the cards I've been dealt But without eyes of faith there can be nothing gained The thorn in my flesh, the scars of myself The dance with deception, the death of my pride Confusion of life, tasting the knife inside
The hand of "fate" has wrapped its freezing fingers around me And squeezed until the life dripped from my soul And broken strings disrupt cohesion of my symphony But my eyes watch the Conductor in control
I wait for an answer I search for a sign I pray for the healing of time I look for a reason To bring peace of mind But once more, no reason I find Father, hear my cry
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Spirits swarm around me: I feel it They war against the one who dwells inside Fate does not exist, I know it in my soul, And strife to have that same faith in my mind Tonight I sleep upon a bed of nails it seems For once again I am a field of war But it has long been written, all things work together perfectly for me For I have been reborn
The hand of God has wrapped protective fingers around me To guard me from a self-defeating way The Spirit brings discernment so I need no eyes to see I realize my loss is gain today
I wait for an answer I search for a sign I pray for the healing of time I can't fathom the reasons With this mortal mind So I step out in faith after closing my eyes Father, hear my cry
III. Ascent Unto the Mountain
Visions of a child, visions of a life I behold Visions that I can't purge from my mind Visions in the night, dreams of second sight I behold Dreams of supernatural warning signs? The issues of man, the fabric of time All weave in cohesion, exist interwined Divine orchestration, flawless grand design
Beyond comprehension,beyond mortal minds Methodically, flawlessly restructuring my life Supernaturally changing me, surgically precise Father of glory, the only help I see Reach down your hands to me Set me free Father of mercy, please take this hex from me For yes I do believe