Like the course that charts our summer’s day we float through life from bad times to good.
Swaying and gliding as we go on our way, we pass between those opposite points that explain exactly where we have been.
Oh life, our life has drifted on and made a path at each check point, reviewed, approved and then passed on to points not seen, but close, oh so near.
Winter’s come and summer go, renewing the the spirits of fall and spring.
The turmoil is with us, turmoil is near us, but we say Glory, Glory be to the Father for the journey.