If you live your life
like it was held for ransom
every time some shadow rolls across your heart
You’ll pay and pray
plead with your captor
But you’ll cry alone in the dark
If you live your life
like a bursting fountain
water for the garden all the flowers and the weeds
You’ll see some day
When you least expect it
How it all works together, water heart and seed
Reach out your hand
To the wandering stranger
Reach out your hand
To the man next door
Reach out your hand
To the child in danger
You will find His hand reaching back for you
The Hour is Coming, and Now Is 