by Sandi Keaton-Wilson

There will be a time for singing!

If your door is closed, barred shut,

go now to open a window—

and fly up and up and up!

Look for gentle hands to reach out,

soft words for making plans,

a place to go for shelter,

someone who understands.

New life awaits the fallen,

rise up from off the floor;

I’ve been there, dear, I’m certain

that’s not where your life lies anymore.

Turn victim into victor…

Come stand with us who are strong.

There will be a time for singing!

Let us help you write your song!

(With great appreciation to Bethany House, Somerset, KY)