Flying across the skies so vast, looking down on us below - blessings given without fail Yahwehhhh The observer notices while touching grass, a slight shift in the winds No distractions Standing still, feeling hairs raise on arms and hearts gently quicken Fly on, but boomerang back The observer sees it is good Yahwehhhh Moments of safe haven emerging Sensing calmness in one's soul A smile turns to laughter High fives for long embraces Hand shakes solid for golden promises kept Death to life singing for Yahwehhhh A bird shrieks nearby as the land settles again Scraps of peace filtering through Hanging on to every branch, still arched and true Time passes and the shifting ceases The observer holding on to the last light until the boomerang of blessings finds it's way back Smiling with a soul so pure Basking in the Spirit's embrace Yahwehhhhh Breathing slow Yahwehhhhhh Loving our Lord Yahwehhhhh
