Album: Parallels - Meridians
When I was young, I said a prayer, quiet and innocent
I can t recall what I said, but I must ve meant it
On that night began a fire that burns inside my chest
A mystery came over me, I don t regret it
Did not our hearts burn inside our chests
Years ago, down in Orlando, I heard an old man speak
I was not prepared for what he shared, sitting in a bleacher seat
He spoke of God like his dearest friend, and read The Giving Tree
A mystery came over me, and I began to weep
Did not our hearts burn inside our chests
I ve heard of him, the mighty wind, one hundred stories
Till I was convinced to let him in, he waited for me
From black and white to technicolor bright, he changed the way I see
A mystery came over me, wonder and glory
Did not our hearts burn inside our chests
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