wilderness path

a significant inner journey

 "Gates Of Dawn"

 Secret Garden 

 

 

 

  

The wheels of life keep turning.

Spinning without control;

The wheels of the heart keep yearning.

For the sound of the singing soul.

 

And nights are full with weeping.

For sins of the past we've sown;

But, tomorrow is ours for the keeping,

Tomorrow the future's shown.

 

 

Lift your eyes and see the glory.

Where the circle of life is drawn;

See the never-ending story,

Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.

 

 

And whose is the hand who raises

The sun from the heaving sea?

The power that ever amazes '

We look, but never will see?

 

Who scattered the seeds so life could be,

Who coloured the fields of corn?

Who formed the mould that made me ' me,

Before the world was born?

 

 

Lift your eyes and see the glory.

Where the circle of life is drawn;

See the never-ending story,

Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.

 

Lift your eyes and see the glory.

Where the circle of life is drawn;

See the never-ending story,

Come with me to the Gates of Dawn.

 

Lift your eyes and see the glory.

Where the circle of life is drawn;

See the never-ending story,

Come with me to the Gates of Dawn