Yet Not I - Toward the Calling

A ragged hill
A bitter cold
Yeah I've been to this place before
And I recall

A floating flame with lovely glow
Led me on and kept me warm
And I know
He'll meet me here again

We are singing while we press on toward the calling
Trusting, clinging, ever-yearning for the dawning

We are singing in remembrance
Of the fallen
When the time comes may he find us just as willing

Find us, find us faithful
Make us, make us able
To stand for what's right and what is true

Written by:
Cheyenne McKnight

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