HE LIVES IN A CANYON THEY CALL GRAND

I STOOD ON THE RIM, AS SKIES WENT DIM, AND I SAW HIM.

WAITING FOR SUN TO MELD INTO RIDGE

TRYING TO CAPTURE IN A PICTURE, THE MEANING OF ALL HIS SCRIPTURE

CANYON AND SUN ARE NOW KISSING

THERE IS A GLOW AS IF HE’S RISEN, THIS IS WHAT MY LIFE WAS MISSING

THE SKIES LAST LIGHT HAS JUST FADED

LOOKING UPON A HEAVEN HE CREATED, CAN’T REMEMBER WHY MY LIFE I HATED

HE LIVES IN A CANYON THEY CALL GRAND

I STOOD ON THE RIM, AS SKIES WENT DIM, AND I SAW HIM.

I SAW HIM

IN THE BREATH TAKING VIEW FROM WHICH I STAND

IN THIS CANYON THEY CALL GRAND ,THE ONE BRUSHED BY HIS HAND

FELT MYSELF GIVING INTO IT’S CHARM

WANTING TO FALL UPON HIS ARM, HIS WILL BROUGHT PEACE AND CALM

WHO CARVED THIS MASTERPIECE SO ADORED

LIKE A GREAT SYMPHONY IT WAS SCORED, ONE GAZE AND YOUR PULSE SOARED

IT MUST BE THE LORD ?

HE LIVES IN A CANYON THEY CALL GRAND

I STOOD ON THE RIM, AS SKIES WENT DIM, AND I SAW HIM

I SAW HIM !