Into The Land

Oh, that I had wings like a dove Take me away Let me come to the courts of the King Where sticks cleanse poisoned pools Where a vial fills many jars Where lepers wash and are restored And dead prophet's bones raise the dead In the courts of the King Let me see an armful feed thousands The blind describe men as trees Withered hands are made full and strong The 'unclean' return to city streets Let me walk with the King Better is one day in his house Take me where the oppressed swell with hope Stretch forth their hands in faith Knowing they are loved Let me see their eyes Take me where heaven touches earth Right here, right now Where madmen come to clarity Where indecent ones return and are cleansed Where all who will come find solace Here in the courts of the King It is here around us We need not be borne aloft For it has come down And the veil that divides thins daily As that which was always here reopens Adam again, Jordan's waters roll back We follow him across on dry ground Walking the way of kings Walk into the courts of the King Stephen Pursell, 9/04