
I see the dawn
the sun coming over the hills
swaying back and forth on the horizon
Can I be so birthing, as a sun coming over the hills
to be the body of Christ
in his service
a hand in this place
this world can be paradise
yet it is a testing ground
What do we choose
Choice, choice, choice
can I be so aware I know my allegiance
where I am connected to in every moment
Knowing it is God
Knowing that it is the birthing of who we are
behind the veil
I see things that make me question.
To have faith
in the Iron Rod
Shaun Gamache