Back to the heavens I turn, without a thought of reason, knowing that mercy awaits my call.  In to the Lord’s arms I fall, without reserve or warning, knowing My Father will dry my eyes.  Because there’s no one left to follow.  No one worth believing. In man’s footsteps I have followed but the time is here to turn our faces back to God.

Back to the roots I return, without regret or misgiving, knowing that my sins have been forgiven.  In the Word my mind is driven, without concern for time or tenure, knowing that wisdom is given freely for the asking.  Because there’s nothing new under sun or moon.  No cadillac or silver spoon.  The things I used to treasure fade quickly to an ember, fizzling and sizzling while my hurt it burns for God.

I turn my face, upward to the heavens. I see God’s promise coming from the sky.  It is that time to rid ourselves of worry, having found, some solid ground, within my faith in Most High.

Back to the prayers and hours on my knees, without forgetting to ask please, knowing His Grace is all I need.  Back to the hope of my real life, one without this test and strife, knowing the blessings of eternity with God.  Because this life is not forever, we were meant to be together.  Sitting in the presence of our King we won’t want for a thing simply and safely smiling at the Face of God

Back to the love I felt at first to every song in hymn and verse. Without question or repose My heart, head, eyes and nose eagerly awaiting the painful moments at the Cross.  Because the pain and relief once felt and the truth tied around my belt.  All came from that moment when I first turned my Face to God.