The Crossing - Malcolm Holcombe

hope is in the crossing

old rivers wide and deep

i am but a passenger

for you i cannot see

my brothers and my sisters

some swim and some may drown

all my eyes are weary

and my hands are empty bound

my heart is not my soul

red dirt it moves my blood

from this ground i still must grow

higher in your love

higher in your love

the longin' suffers sweet

upon the clouds above

only now i cannot reach

ev’ry stretchin' of my breath

ev’ry lost and broken step

may i muster hand and foot

to reach from east to west

so pray my life to offer

one humble gift of care

to break the chains that keep me

away from you so fair.

first verse

c.

2011 gypsyeyes music, bmi

malcolm holcombe