Every time you press past the fear,
Every time You turn your face to Me,
Every time you call out to Me,
Every time you bend your knee,
Every time you smile my smile to another
Every time your heart weeps over sin
Be it your personal sin
Or the sin so prevalent in your world,
Child, every time you turn to Me,
Turn back to Me,
In the smallest way
Then, My child, you are singing a love song to Me.
It matters not where you are,
Your song is sung from within the context of your life.
Child, it matters not where,