The Place Where I Am Made Whole


There's a burning fire burning deep within
Where glowing embers have never been
A righteous place where I can bide
Knowing I Am is on my side
Eagles fly amongst Dover's cliffs
As the sun set's low but my soul uplifts
Broken silents fills the air
Oh how I wish I was there
In habitual clangs tunes are played
Thank you Oh One I'm not afraid
Then finally the sky will roar
I'll take my flight to yonder shore
And there I will be waiting for you
In the early morn in the young fresh dew
It will wet my feet, tender and bare
Breathing deep inhaling the air
Where smells of honeysuckle fills my soul
I'm back to the place where I'm made whole

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