Iona journey into the morn

Out of the night
Into the morn
Drawing us gently
Through the eye of the storm
Out of the sorrow
Into the joy
Where we’ll dwell
In the highlands
With Him evermore
Sealed by a promise
We are called to become
Those who endure
’Til this race is won
Forgetting their past
And heading for more
Than our hearts can imagine
The final reward