To bring back the symphony He etched in my soul
To put me back on the potter's wheel
My white rose
And I thank Him
For seeing me through the valley of thorns
For being the footprints in the desert
For being the shelter in the storm
The respite in the tempest
For reminding me of the song He made me to sing
For bringing me to my knees...
So that I might rise above
For patience and protection
And prosperity in Him
For the winter trees to appreciate the summer breeze
For the cascade of stars at night to appreciate the sun by day
