song

Beaneth the heavans under the summer sun
Amid the long grass a pure voice is calling out
A worship song is echoeing over the valley
Harken! you angels of the Lord
A worshiper of God is placed before you

Submission of will is taking place
A fine tuned Holy Spirited mind is creating
an opening for God to do his will in him
A gentle spirit is forming
A pure heart is seeking to enter
that place of darkness
where you are Lord

The winds begin to blow over the flesh
amid the meadows grass
The spirit mind desires to drink more!
From the living well of you Christ!
There is no other place I'd rather be
than here with you my Father "Abba"

Worship Song