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Chris Rice

Wind And Spirit

 

Wind And Spirit

(album: Past The Edges - 1998)


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 clapping
With the last few stubborn leaves that won't let go
I can hear Old Glory snapping
And her tattered rope now clanging 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
Riding 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
Riding 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
Riding on a storm with tender fierceness
Stirring my soul to holiness
Stirring my soul to holiness

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