To my family

When all is said and all is done We find so little dreams begun. Then Face to face, we find that Grace promotes who we've become.

A fire rages all around to test and to refine. Life to some and death to most, this fire does define. You, my son, are in the kiln; reducing gold from dross. And all my hopes are heartward sent that you won't suffer loss.

Light let go the breath of life, and babes we all became. Through night we war and fight our foe; our enemy the same. One babe was born, who calls us friend, and beckons to His own. This light of love which calls us home, will hold us in the end.