Chris Rice - Wind and Spirit video free download

I hear a sound and turn to see

A new direction on that rusty weathervane

Suddenly the dead brown leaves are stirred

To scratch their circle dances down the lane

And now the sturdy oaks start clappin

With the last few stubborn leaves that wont let go

I can hear Old Glory snappin

And her tattered rope now clangin against the pole

And my breath is snatched away

And a chill runs up my spine

Feels like somethins on the way

So I look up to the sky

I look up to the sky and

From the corners of creation

Comes the Fathers holy breath

Ridin on a storm with tender fierceness

Stirring my soul to holiness

Stirring my soul to holiness

I see the lifeless dust now resurrected

Swirling up against my window pane

And carried cross the distance

Come the long awaited fragrances of earth and rain

And out across the amber field

The slender grasses bend and bow

And kiss the ground

And in them I see the beauty of the souls

Who let the Spirit lay them down

And it takes my breath away

And a tear comes to my eye

Feels like somethins on the way

So I look up to the sky

I look up to the sky and

From the corners of creation

Comes the Fathers holy breath

Ridin on a storm with tender fierceness

Stirring my soul to holiness

Stirring my soul to holiness

And like a mighty wind blows with a force I cannot see

I will open wide my wings, I will open wide my wings

I will open wide my wings and let the Spirit carry me

From the corners of creation

Comes the Fathers holy breath

Ridin on a storm with tender fierceness

Stirring my soul to holiness

Stirring my soul to holiness

I hear a sound and turn to see

A new direction on that rusty weathervane.