Precious Faith by Kelly Carson |
He is the root I am the tree She is the bud at the height of my branch Hand being open, but not fully grown Who knows what the womb of time will purge Hand being open, but not fully grown It flows in the breeze of a midsummer's daydream God's blessed child composing Heaven's song Her hand conducting the orchestra Hand being open, but not fully grown It sways up then down, to the left, then the right God's blessed child voicing Heaven's prayer Her hand effecting the Trinity Hand being open, but not fully grown Palm turns upward to receive Holy Communion God's blessed child sealing the covenant Her hand opening Heaven's doorway I wake to the sound of her thirst now quenched And am touched by the grace of her hands Her hands so small, not fully grown Hold fast to the branch of my tree He is the root I am the tree She is the bud at the height of my branch With the light of God's love Her hands look so big One reaches towards Heaven The other towards earth As such we are bound in eternity |
