What He Began

Most every start has an ending.
Most every road takes a turn.
Spring flies to autumn,
Those young days forgotten,
And we're looking back on what we were.

Candles and torches need lighting,
But soon someone's passing them on.
Leaving to others,
Those frontiers discovered
And a flame that burns on while He's go e.

He broke the roads I travel
He cleared the skies I fly
This fruit I eat
Was nurtured
By His hand...

Now my heart swells like a fountain,
As I watch Him say goodbye,
And leave to you and me
What He began

The darkest of nights sees the morning,
But who'll rise on up and seize the day?
Who'll take some chances
And push for advances
Every step of the way?

But too many dreams lie sleeping,
Afraid that to wake means to fail.
But He's been the strong one,
The reach-for-the-stars one,
And love lit that fire in His veins!

He broke the roads I travel.
He cleared the skies I fly.
This fruit I eat
Was nurtured
By His hand...

Now my heart swells like a fountain
As I watch Him say goodbye,
And leave to you and me
What He began...

I won't fail the dream
That He began.