Is the mountain high
is the valley low...

Step by step he comes toward me,
his velvet dark eyessoftly pleading...

Father, Spirit, Savior
comforts me when I'm weak...

The night is dark
the water cold...

The sun sinks low
and here I go...

Love you in the darkness,
love you in the light...

The breeze blows gently across my face.
I wait, eager to hear the sound of your truck...

The phone rings in my ear
and I wait to hear your voice...

When I look in your eyes,
I see into your heart of hearts...

Rain drops fall like tears
from a darkened sky...

Warm air rushes by my face.
I feel like I'm floating...

They say that last goodbyes
are the hardest to endure...