GRACE
Our Spirit waits on Silver Wings
The choice for it to Be
To soar with winds, to mountains high
The choice for it to Be
To soar with winds, to mountains high
To touch green meadows
Meeting skys
As the sunlit crests on the deep blue sea
I see I Am the love I seek
For in the form reflections teach
The Looking glass reveals
Another place another time
Another part of me
I look with Grace upon the face
Of the reflections that I see
The only key to living life
In Peace and Harmony
No more gloom no more despair
This not my reality
For what goes out from our own eyes
Comes back to us you see
And in the knowing
Now at last
My Spirit set me Free
Diane Cornett '92
Meeting skys
As the sunlit crests on the deep blue sea
I see I Am the love I seek
For in the form reflections teach
The Looking glass reveals
Another place another time
Another part of me
I look with Grace upon the face
Of the reflections that I see
The only key to living life
In Peace and Harmony
No more gloom no more despair
This not my reality
For what goes out from our own eyes
Comes back to us you see
And in the knowing
Now at last
My Spirit set me Free
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