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