from
I May Sing Grace,
released January 10, 1985
How can I tell you properly
What I feel for you
Without the clichés slipping in
Can words express the endless depth
The difference it has made
To be released from all my sin?
Oh Father, Father I’m imploring you
Give me the words to sing
A fresher version of your majesty
Lift me up on the wind
All that I have has come from you
Yet I became a thief
To make and keep one part myself
In darkness I would cuddle death
And value it as life
A fools gold glory was my wealth
Oh Jesus, Jesus I’m in awe of you
That you should think me worth the Cross
That you should come to set my spirit free
Rushing up on the wind
All of the mindless cruelty
With which we form our world
Can be wiped out by God’s great love
He will forgive and set you free
If you will die in Him
Believe and you will see His dove
Oh Holy Spirit I’m on fire with you
A fuelish guiding light
I’m blown away your peace is heavenly
Soaring up on the wind