Deep mysteries echo secrets within my soul.
A call. A beckon. A distant song.
What is it? Who is it?
Whose voice do I hear?
And what is he saying?
The calm, low voice murmurs right next to my ear.
I whip around, bewildered.
Who - who are you?
Where are you?
Through these vines? These thick trees?
But where is the path?
But can I?
I'm afraid. I'm discouraged. I don't have the strength.
There it is again, now a faint whisper on the wind.
I can barely make it out...
I will have to make the choice - stay where I am, or run after a Being I don't understand.
Trust a mystery greater than myself
Trust a distant song that pulls at my heartstrings
or forever regret that I didn't risk everything to follow the call.
And so, I begin to run.