you say your love is free
wind on the sea
a new galaxy
an ocean
a bird
yet,
i hear
just a word.

you call your love strong
to right every wrong
some mystical song
a forest,
a sword
yet
i doubt you, Lord.

Make the waves to rise in me.
Make the stars to shine in me.
Make the eagle fly in me.
Make the song to sing in me.
Make the trees to grow in me.
Make the warrior fight in me.

You made Grace real,
permanent seal,
a power to heal
a gift
from your Son,
so
the work is begun.