There is a way to live that makes the angels cry out
in rapture. There is
a way to live that makes
each star a cell.
Come stand with me here, it is
cold I know, and silent,
nothing is happening.
The next breath, and the next, is the new life.
You looked with love upon me And deep within your eyes imprinted grace. This mercy set me free, Held in your love’s embrace, To lift my eyes adoring to your grace.
