Once I paced my hand in faith
To bring it out again
And found that doubt had overcome
The hope I did attain
And once, my heart was in my palm
To give to He I loved
And once, I took it to my breast
To never be removed
Once, my fate was left to him
And Life seemed rather bleak
I chose not to partake of time
I wouldn't even speak
Others knew not what was wrong
They could not see my plight
For none of them knew that I had been
In dark--and lost my sight
But, my friend once took me to a place
I'd never seen before
She persuaded me to go and knock
Upon the old tent door
A gypsy robed in darkest night
Took my hand in hers
And with many a jingle of gold
Traced my many years
None of it made sense to me
I knew not what she said
I was really much too busy
Pondering my darkest dread
My heart was filled with horror
As she used the cards to see
Just what my future looked like;
What Fate had planned for me
It all proved too much for me
I could not see it through
I screamed, "I should not be here;
I should not have come to you!"
My friend took me by the arm
And ran with me, away
She didn't waste a moment
She didn't want to stay
When at last, we caught our breath
And all appeared quite well
She asked me just what it was
That caused me then, to yell
I told her the truth; I owed her that
"My heart is with the Lord!
I now know where I should have turned
To God, I might've implored!"