Sundays when I sing
Some days I just feel too many things
And I need to find a quiet place
Somewhere I can fall down on my face
There is too much noise
In the stillness is there still a voice
Is the spirit in me whispering
Are your thoughts of me a steady stream?
Beside the healing water
I am waiting to wade in
I'm far from where I wanted
And far from where I've been
Do you dream still
I'll be whole and healed?
Will you dream with me
Of what will be?
You are like the tide
I am yielded as the sand subsides
Wondering what change you had in mind?
You will bring it one wave at a time
And as my eyes are lifted
With my face held in your hands
So much of me has drifted
Would you see me as I am?
Do you dream still
I'll be whole and healed?
Will you dream with me
Of what will be?
How far can you see?
How near you bring what's out of reach
How great your thoughts, how dear to me
Quick as the sun light on your feet
How great your thoughts, how dear to me