Young eyes look into my soul
through a lens, off the paper
from a previous century, just yesterday
Fifty years and nothing's changed
except you're here, I'm there still
our own lifetime, filling yet
I know that look from long ago
the soul that's here, growing still
from there to here and here, so near, to where?
A soul to walk with on life's paths
A soul to fly with, flutter-by the breeze
search our goal, chase our home
ride the wind, a turbulent grace
stretching out and finding us
falling in and finding Him
Sharing pain up tortuous hills
tormenting summits, promises fulfilled
joy landslides, in sublime surprises
my most dangerous storm
my safest harbour
my greatest adventure
and deepest peace
when I open my heart
when I open my arms
when I open my eyes
I know that look...
A soul to walk with...
A soul to fly with...