out of the blue
Fresh was the morning,
Great was the day,
Who could tell
What lay beyond the blue?
I knocked at the door,
I met with a smile,
Who could tell
What lay behind the veil?
I walked out the door,
Blind to all the world,
Who could tell me
What the future held?
Then I saw my Master’s Cross.
Then I heard Him say, ‘It is finished’.
And now I live to tell my story
Jesus heals and heals indeed.