Unification

In schoolhouses, barns, churches, all good grounds The blind, the weary, and those with sad stories Men, women, children needing His glory We will sing, as though His presence is around. We'll move from valley; then climb high to hills And mounds, mountainous paths, and sun kissed grounds One by one we will pause to hear His voice; so still It guards, guiding those most faithful and strong. He removes us from strife as all look up His warmth is ours, as soft as quiet beams In the morning, and at eventide, when we sup... Turn around from torrid grounds, to healing streams. From age to age we soared doing what's right People all over the world are as kites They glide on forgiving air of divine might. *