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.