Toward the gardens, Toward the orchards, I am going. If you want to stay here, Stay here - I am going! My day is dark without His Face, Toward that bright flame I am going. My soul is racing ahead of me. It says, The body is too slow for me - I am going. The smell of apples arises from the orchard of my soul. One whiff and I am gone - Toward a feast of apples I am going. A sudden wind won't blow me over. Toward Him, like a mountain of iron, I am going. My shirt is ripped open with the pain of loss. Searching for a new life, with my head held high, I am going. I am fire, though I seem like oil - Seeking to be the fuel of His fire, I am going. I appear as a steady mountain Yet bit by bit, Toward that tiny opening I am going.