And I'm glad to bring it to you with my best rhyming and rhythm
'Cause I know the thirsty listen and down to the waters come
And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America
And if you listen to my songs I hope you hear the water falling
I hope you feel the oceans crashing on the coast of north New England
I wish I could be there just to see them, two summers past I was
And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America
And if I were a painter I do not know which I'd paint—
The calling of the ancient stars or assembling of the saints
And there's so much beauty around us for just two eyes to see
But everywhere I go I'm looking
And I saw the mountains waking with the innocence of children
And my soul is still there with them wrapped in the songs they brought
And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America
And I've seen by the highways on a million exit ramps
Those two-legged memorials to the laws of happenstance
Waiting for four-wheeled messiahs to take them home again
But I am home anywhere if You are where I am
I hope you feel the oceans crashing on the coast of north New England
I wish I could be there just to see them, two summers past I was
And the Holy King of Israel loves me here in America
-Rich Mullins
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I can't get the spacing quite right on this post...HTML is a mystery to me. But I particularly wanted to indent the two bridges (3rd and 5th stanzas). These lines resonate so strongly with me. 'There's so much beauty around us for just two eyes to see, but everywhere I go, I'm looking' makes me think of Deut 4:9 and the 'pay attention' theme that runs through much of Frederick Buechner's work. There's so MUCH to see when I just remember to look. And then the end of the second bridge, 'But I'm home anywhere if You are where I am' reminds me that I'm a stranger and an alien and a sojourner, but Christ is my Home. Just like Nicholas is Smike's home, in Nicholas Nickleby.
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