Wind And Spirit Lyrics - Chris Rice

I hear a sound and turn to see 

A new direction on that rusty weather vane 

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 ho-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, yeah, yeah 

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 

Stirring my soul to ho-holiness 

I hear a sound and turn to see 

A new direction on that rusty weather vane