At times I sense a whistle
As it rides upon the wind
There silent as the thistle
While it begs, “please let me in”.
When the moment seems to die
And the quiet does not bend
All the world whispers “goodbye”
And each friendship must now end !
At times I sense a whistle
As it rides upon the wind
There silent as the thistle
While it begs, “please let me in”.
When the moment seems to die
And the quiet does not bend
All the world whispers “goodbye”
And each friendship must now end !
If I could sail across the waves
Upon the seas and pass the caves
Where stories speak of mystery
Oh, what a sight that one might see !
A world exists outside our mind
Where legend and adventure wind
I’d be a traveler at best
Who roams the oceans without rest.
Oh what adventure that would be
Escaping time’s reality
To follow where the birds dare fly
And worship God in His own sky !
I’d like to think God’s on my side
When I begin to slip and slide
Perhaps e’en tumble down some hill
Like that famous pair, Jack and Jill !
How wonderful that we may be
A part of Christ’s own victory
When good will triumph over all
And destiny will not be stalled
Let’s all standup and cheer aloud
Be grateful we have joined His crowd !