Without your hand upon my wildest dreams No bloom will ever flourish But with your hand upon everything No thing No dream could ever die Never wanting to arrive While always striving for eternity Let the train keep a track I'll seldomly look behind thankful for relentless grace Upon this never ending wind The enemy whispers quit dreaming Flood my ears with your song Drowned out the tauntings of not good enough Only in your presence can my wildest dreams come alive