Hello brother John, brother John
what do you have to say?
because I can't quite explain this
feeling that I've felt all along
as I read each word I sway
just like...
the branches on a sycamore
the ripples on a lake
the sand upon a vacant shore
the crashing of the waves.
Hello sister Ruth, sister Ruth
please sing to me of truth
I seek the redemption that you have, that you've found
as you glean in faith
and then I turn the page where good old Sam
is waiting just to say
Lord be my strength when I am...
the branches on a sycamore
the ripples on a lake
the sand upon a vacant shore
the crashing of the waves
I am, the fire on a withered field
where I can't change my ways
the dust beneath a wandering heel
that's dying to be saved from this.
well hello brother Paul, brother Paul
appeal to me this day
am I a living sacrifice, a holy one?
where on my knees I can say,
I will not conform, not conform
may my mind be transformed.
So hello Father God, Father God
my fear has kept me from
receiving grace upon dirty hands
a heart that moves and sways
for I am just a fool, just a fool
but in You I am changed
because You are...
the stillness of a sycamore
the beauty of a lake
the warmth of sand upon the shore
the sound of breaking waves
You are, the fire on a withered field
that no one can escape
the path beneath a wandering heel
that leads to being saved.
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