We are as wingless birds,
gliding north for the winter,
through a windless sky.
As I wait on the Lord my eyes are cast down and my soul does not rejoice. I feel astray, but I wait.
We are as wingless birds,
gliding north for the winter,
through a windless sky.
As I wait on the Lord my eyes are cast down and my soul does not rejoice. I feel astray, but I wait.
