There is no end to the quest we know,
forever beckons on.
For we soar in skies so bright and blue,
above all clouds of storm.
Yes, we fly into the heart of God,
as in His Son we trust.
And earth will soon be nothing more
than long forgotten dust.
So spread your wings and catch the wind,
o journeyman of hope.
And race toward hozizons blessed
with those who also know,
That the quest of hearts is Jesus,
He is our shining sun.
It matters not how far we've come...
the journey's just begun.
"God is the strength of my heart, and my portion forever."