The Music
Song: All will be well
A river runs beneath our feet,
living water clear and deep.
In deserts hidden streams will keep
the tree of life alive.
Send down our roots into the flow.
And drinking deep of dreams, we’ll know,
though deserts be the way we go,
we surely will survive.
All will be well. All will be well.
All manner of thing will be well.
All will be well. All will be well.
All manner of thing will be well.
We’re single threads in a tapestry.
The picture’s much too big to see.
We must trust that all we’re meant to be
is woven deep as bone.
The patterns made of all we choose,
Sometimes we win. Sometimes we lose.
But in the end we can’t refuse
the love that calls us home.
All will be well. All will be well.
All manner of thing will be well.
All will be well. All manner of thing will be well.
All will be well. All will be well.
All manner of thing will be well.
All will be well. All will be well. All manner of thing will be well.
All manner of thing will be well.