Coursing down a concrete slipstream
You don't obey the signs, you don't look both ways
You're on the road in your dream machine
But you're a traveler out of phase

In the cradle of a grand creation
under the arch of a wondrous vault
You begin to read the cracks and the ripples
You begin to know what seasons the salt

We are the members of His body
We are the architects for love
We are the laborers for justice
We are disciples of the truth

We are cooled in the shade of the tree of life
drawing from the well,
reaching toward the sky
freed by the cross, connected by a prayer

Rain Your grace on me
Rain Your grace on me

Write your songs in the desert
Dream your visions in waters at rest
Run the viridian shoreline
Harvest the teeming tempest forest

Rain Your grace on me
Rain Your grace on me

Praise the God of all souls
Praise the Lord of the Way
Praise the Healer of woes
Praise the Hope of the world

Hear the unborn babies wailing
Fear the judgment of your friends
Hear the rattle of broken vows
Fear the shadows of vanity

What will bring us through?
It is grace
Know the joy of grace

My Lord, rain Your grace on me
Oh, my Lord, rain Your grace on me

Mix #6, 6-18-2009
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