I see standing grain wave I see butterflies float along Dandelions tufts borne aloft Trees sway in the wind Eagles soar up high in the blue Though all I really see Is an ugly prison yard Through a heavily barred window Carry me away Let me come into your courts Let me nestle in the folds of your cloak Open wide your arms to me Ancient of Days Come breathe on me Your mighty rushing wind Voice like many waters Take me away Lift my head, dry my eyes Man of sorrows, acquainted with grief Bear my stripes, heal me Crown of thorns you bore That my brow may lighten David said it well Can I praise you from the grave? Restore to me the joy of my salvation -Stephen Pursell, 7/04 | ![]() |
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