honing the air taking voices away
granted a special grace
the underside of heaven
we fathom our depths only by pushing against our limits
wonder washes away all my apprehension
a rush of pure being
In the quiet the air is singing
honing the air taking voices away
granted a special grace
the underside of heaven
we fathom our depths only by pushing against our limits
wonder washes away all my apprehension
a rush of pure being
In the quiet the air is singing