As we travel roads before us,
Morning gathers with the light.
Leaving yesterday behind us,
Shadows slowly lose their fight.
Every mile becomes a teacher,
Every bend reveals a sign.
Somewhere just beyond our footsteps
Lies the truth between the lines.
Every crossroad asks a question:
Will you wander? Will you stay?
Left or right, we choose our future,
One small step becomes a way.
Maps can only point the direction;
Faith must walk what mind defines.
Not all treasures wait upon us—
Some are found between the lines.
Lead me to that quiet country,
Just beyond what words define.
Where the strong become more gentle,
Where the lost begin to find.
Where compassion walks beside us,
And love outlives space and time.
Take my hand and walk beside me…
To the place between the lines.
Without the journey, there is no growing.
Without the questions, there is no knowing.
Without believing, there is no hope.
Without each other, how would we cope?
Who can know another’s story
Until they’re willing to be still?
Every heart is like a landscape
Waiting for the chance to tell.
Lead me to that quiet country,
Just beyond what words define.
Teach me how to truly listen,
Help me see with clearer eyes.
May my footsteps leave behind them
Grace for those who walk in time.
Help me listen.
Help me see.
Help me share…
What lies between the lines.
Copyright 1979 Dave-Michael Valentine. All Rights Reserved.