Last week I met a man who had never felt as warm
As the time that he'd spent living before he had been born.
He said the air out here is frigid (and the dark as cold as ice)
Conducive to discover only death, deceit, and lies.
He said he'd dreamt that he'd been walking up a dusty mountain road
When suddenly it struck him that he may as well return below.

I said, I know you not so well, kind sir, but I know how you must feel
Beneath the weight of a thousand instances of a thousand broken deals.
But sir, don't hesitate to trust me, when I say to you these words,
That there's a God that lives that loves you, who's trying to help you find the world.

He said, Hallelujah!