Blurry is the vision, I’ve lost my sight,
I now prefer what’s wrong over what’s right.
My days are night and my nights pitch dark,
My heart is so broken and torn all apart.
Like piece of dreams have floated away,
Like winds and waves have carried me astray.
His wings are like shelter they protect me from the rain,
Making it easier to bear this heart aching pain.
At his feet are my desires,
The ones that didn’t make it through the fire.
The clouds are moving and the sky is clear,
Now I’m being careful about what I hear.
Racing against time I start to fear,
Because now the end is drawing near.
As I face this valley with determination,
I rely on Him to give me patience.
I am on His wing now He’s bringing me through,
Back to the place where joy and laughter are true.
As the door opens I open my eyes,
And peer at the marvelous blue sky.
I made it again my wounds have healed,
Now I’ve made it over that hill.
Over the Hill by Amber Johnson is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.