\" . . . and Peter got out of the boat, and walked on the water . . . But seeing the wind he became afraid, and beginning to sink, he cried out, \"Lord save me!\" – Matthew 14:29b - 30
When I am older perhaps I'll understand, Complacent faces in a spoiled land. When I am older, When I am older.
Outside the wind blows through the rusty chimes, Like revelation blowing though my mind. The more I listen, the more I understand, That like the windchimes, I'm blowing in this wind. The more I listen, the more I dangle ...
Walking across the surface, Feeling the wind and water, Dangling, I'm dangling.
Out from the dark around me, Someone is reaching to me, Save me, Please, save me.