Now I think I know what He was trying to do
Now I think I know
What He was brought you through
Now I think I see
The picture of it all
The gold-lined tapestry
That we knew as "your call"
There were times when darkness
Strouded paths of light
Yet you carried on
Not giving up the light
"Thank you, precious Lord"
I can hear you sigh
'Cause through it all
He let you be the apple of His eye

There was not a price
To pay that was too dear
There was not a cross
That you gave up as severe
Letting all your plans be His
And not your own
You traveled 'round the world
But today you found your home
Standing now before Him
Angels gathered 'round
There you are in white
A holy wedding gown
Radiant, the joy
That streams now from your face
The Master says
"Well done
You've just won that long
Hard race"