The crossing
Hope is in the crossing
Old rivers wide and deep
I am but a passenger
For you i cannot see
My brothers and my sisters
Some swim and some may drown
All my eyes are weary
And my hands are empty bound
My heart is not my soul
Red dirt it moves my blood
From this ground i still must grow
Higher in your love
Higher in your love
The longin' suffers sweet
Upon the clouds above
Only now i cannot reach
Ev'ry stretchin' of my breath
Ev'ry lost and broken step
May i muster hand and foot
To reach from east to west
So pray my life to offer
One humble gift of care
To break the chains that keep me
Away from you so fair.
First verse
C. 2011 gypsyeyes music, bmi
Malcolm holcombe