Yours is the touch that sparked creation.
You give me wings, and I want to fly,
Open myself to each new sensation
As I reach for the freedom of sky.
I spread my wings, and you rise in greeting.
You lift me up, and the stars are mine.
The soul-fire burns at our every meeting
As faith and creation combine.
Each time I wake, you are there within me;
I feel your breath in each song or prayer.
Each step I take is a new beginning;
Your word is life, and you'll always be there.
Yours is the touch that sparked creation.
You give me wings, and I want to fly,
Open myself to each new sensation
As I reach for the freedom of sky.