Monday, January 19, 2009

Wind and Spirit

lyrics and music by Chris Rice

I hear a sound and turn to see a new direction on that rusty weathervane/Suddenly the dead brown leaves are stirred to scratch their circle dances down the lane/And now the sturdy oaks start clappin’ with the last few stubborn leaves that won’t let go/I can hear Old Glory snappin’ and her tattered rope now clangin’ against the pole/And my breath is snatched away/And a tear comes to my eye/Feels like somethin’s on the way so I look up to the sky, I look up to the sky and...

From the corners of creation
Comes the Father’s holy breath
Ridin’ on a storm with tender fierceness
Stirring my soul to holiness
Stirring my soul to holiness

I see the lifeless dust now resurrected, swirling up against my window pane/And carried ‘cross the distance come the long awaited fragrances of earth and rain/And out across the amber field the slender grasses bend and bow and kiss the ground/And in them I see the beauty of the souls who let the Spirit lay them down/And it takes my breath away/And a tear comes to my eye/Feels like somethin’s on the way, so I look up to the sky, I look up to the sky and...

From the corners of creation
Comes the Father’s holy breath
Ridin’ on a storm with tender fierceness
Stirring my soul to holiness
Stirring my soul to holiness

And like a mighty wind blows with a force I cannot see
I will open wide my wings, I will open wide my wings
I will open wide my wings and let the Spirit carry me

From the corners of creation
Comes the Father’s holy breath
Ridin’ on a storm with tender fierceness
Stirring my soul to holiness
Stirring my soul to holiness

Clumsy Fly Music (ASCAP)

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