When are you most happy?
I’m happiest when a path clears out of haze,
when something beautiful unfolds without chase.
I look up at the sky, smile softly, and say,
Thank you, God, for walking with me every step of the way.
When are you most happy?
I’m happiest when a path clears out of haze,
when something beautiful unfolds without chase.
I look up at the sky, smile softly, and say,
Thank you, God, for walking with me every step of the way.