I spoke to the rushing wind, on chariots of clouds
My heart ached with sorrow, of secrets to tell
I looked for a refuge, ashamed of my sins
Restless and troubled, on my knees I fell
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I spoke to the stars, in low tones that night
They twinkled their answers, pin points of light,
I turned to the moon, a glow in the sky
So lovely her beauty, crowned in a halo of white
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I spoke to the night, clocked in an ebony shroud
He gathered my words in his robe as he ran
I tried to break free from Satan's steel chains
God reached out to touch me with nail-pierced hands
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My life was ignited with embers of love
Angels crept close, comfort to bring
Faith broke the stronghold, God rebuilt a new heart
My body His temple, to my King I sing!
copyrightŠ2006Irene
