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Works | Series 1-Quest To Be Whole | Album 4-Epiphany |
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Song 6 | Open Your Heart |
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© 1990, Roy Stucky
This age drives by in haste
As midnight moths are drawn
Into the asphalt waste
That covers evening's song.
The music paints my past
In misted autumn stains.
I find my pulse at last
In haunts of old refrains.
Open your heart, your mind and soul
To the Maker of all you see.
Offer your heart, your secret goal
To the Master Who set us free -
Through Jesus to harmony.
I run through bowing fields
That dance beneath the moon,
Then drop the final shield
And taste the primal bloom.
Tonight the weave will yield
The warp of Nature's loom.
How magic and yet tragic
To burst from my cocoon.
Open your heart, your mind and soul
To the Maker of all you see.
Offer your heart, your secret goal
To the Master Who set us free -
Through Jesus to harmony.
The window open wide
Displays a vast design,
Where forms long set aside
Awake the ancient shrine.
A mystic corridor
Unites the ways we've gone
By Earth and Heaven's shore
Into a single dawn.
Open your heart, your mind and soul
To the Maker of all you see.
Offer your heart, your secret goal
To the Master Who set us free -
Through Jesus to harmony.
The wind caresses the river's old face
Who dreams as he carries the depth of the sky
Down deep in the earth that though spinning through space
Lifts up living branches with no need to fly.
Though anchored they multiply.
Open your heart, your mind and soul
To the Maker of all you see.
Offer your heart, your secret goal
To the Master Who set us free.
Composer of infinity.
Through Jesus to harmony.
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Song 6 | Open Your Heart |
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Works | Series 1-Quest To Be Whole | Album 4-Epiphany |