General (Vol. 3)


  1. Blown by the gale of remorse,
    Rocked by the loud waves of grief,
    We scan the heavens for relief,
    And with new hope set a final homeward course.
  2. Cleansed in the soul of the fire,
    Far past the deserts of sin,
    The Spirit stirs us within
    To sound the fanfare of our innermost desire.
  3. Borne on the wings of The Dove,
    High over mountains of grief,
    In air that glistens with belief
    In the unending life of perfect love.