I stand beside the stream, Within a quiet dream. The night begins to fall. A glowing beam of light Shines in the river bright, I hear the water call. I look above into the sky but find no moonbeam glow. The light is resting down Beneath the riverbed, Below the heavy stone, Where ancient shadows fled, Reflection in the dark. The past is washed away, No fear remains today. The river flows along. The voice of light is clear, With peace replacing fear, It whispers like a song. I look above into the sky but find no moonbeam glow. The light is resting down Beneath the riverbed, Below the heavy stone, Where ancient shadows fled, Reflection in the dark. Quiet stream, Lifting me. Pure sanctuary, Hope sets free, Peace is mine. The silence fills the air, And truth is standing there. Across the river bed, Where hopeful steps are led. I look above into the sky but find no moonbeam glow. The light is resting down Beneath the riverbed, Below the heavy stone, Where ancient shadows fled, Reflection in the dark. I cross the river free of fear into the sanctuary where my peace lives.
