The Song Unending

  The cards are dealt,

He sees his hand, 

It is not what he hoped for, 

 Nor what he planned. 

 You don't know what you get, 

 But you do what you should, 

 And you hope for the best, 

 That things turn out good. 

 Being healthy and strong, 

 It was an underhand below, 

 A diagnosis from hell, 

 Bringing him down low. 

  Then with a nonverbal child, 

 And more stress on the plate, 

 His wife fled the fire, 

 Being too much to take. 

Yet there is faith in his heart,

With your song in the air,

Lifting his soul on the wind,

Endings never begin,

Heaven breathing within,

Music takes him there.

God's voice is a sound,

Beyond my human ear,

Yet with beauty in the air,

I know he is near.

For each song that's sung,

Is just a segment that's spliced,

When it all comes together,

It is the song of life.

 When things happen good, 

 Or terribly wrong, 

 It takes no ear, 

 To pick up this song. 

 The music reminds, 

 Of the song that is true,

 To hear in the spirit, 

 Our flesh cannot do. 

Yet there is faith in my heart,

With your song in the air,

Lifting my soul on the wind,

Endings never begin,

Heaven breathing within,

Music takes me there. 

 And so we go to the concerts, 

 And so we dance in the park, 

 And so we turn on the radios, 

 And so we exercise the heart. 

 And so I hear it in the sunrise, 

 And so I feel it in the rain, 

 And so I bring it in this silence, 

 So you may hear it once again. 

There is faith in the heart,

With The Song in the air,

Lifting souls on the wind,

Endings never begin,

Heaven breathing within,

Music takes us there.