"The sweetest thing in all my life has been the longing —
to reach the Mountain, to find the place where all the beauty came from —
my country, the place where I ought to have been born. Do you think it all meant nothing,
all the longing? The longing for home? For indeed it now feels not like going, but like going back."


~C.S. Lewis




Saturday, February 25, 2012

Out here where I can breathe



I am high above the timber line
Where the sky and mountains meet
Up where the air is very thin
Somehow it's easier to breathe
Like the wind in the canyon echoing
The spirit is calling me whispering

Out here
In the wild and the wonder
Where the lightening and the thunder
Serve a great awakening
Out here
Where the One who did the making
Is still in me creating
A place where I am free
I can hear
I can breathe
I believe
Out here

I am knee deep in the chaos
Of another crazy day
It's me and all the other rats
Just trying to stay in the race
I close my eyes and I try listening
And I find the spirit is still calling me

Out here
In the wild and the wonder
Where the lightening and the thunder
Serve a great awakening
Out here
Where the One who did the making
Is still in me creating
A place where I am free
I can hear
I can breathe
I believe
Out here

I will remember
And I will keep it deep inside

~Geoff Moore, “Out Here”