It Is Grace

When I wasn't as old
Not so wrinkled and bald
I was carrying a flag without knowing
What it said I was told
Twists and turns of the world
That is reaping the crops it is sowing

And I saw with my eyes
The disguise and the lies of
Players of power and fame
I saw with my eyes
The wars I despised
The world the adults were playing

When I was so young
On my knees, I was done
I was young, and I wanted to die
But the pain wouldn't stop
With the death of a mask
So I broke by the truth, and I cried

I cried for the children
Captive by priests
The pouring down rain, the flowers of pain
I cried for the women
Used by the men
Selling them for money and gain

And I cried for myself
Familiar terrain
In exchange for a mystery road
I didn't know then
In which way to turn
But I knew I had to go

It is Grace that guides me home
It is Freedom that moves me on
It is Love that brings me here
It is Truth that makes it clear

When I wasn't as old
Not so wrinkled and bald
Heavy was the load on my back
On a mountain path
I offered my wrath
In prayer to be right on my track

Sunset the west -full moon rises the east
On top of a temple, I stand
I see a circle in the sand
No beginning, no end

It was grace that I met
In a hut where I sat
And discovered I long to be free
So I stayed up all night
With all my heart's might
Begging for clues, I would need

It is Grace that guides me home
It is Freedom that moves me on
It is Love that brings me here
It is Truth that makes it clear

In the river, she swam
And reached out her hand
Inviting me into the stream
We floated along
The meandering song
And dared to vision and dream

She helped me to see
And asked me to sing
And gave me her rhyme and her reason

And she stands by me
Through all that can be
And the changing of seasons

It is Grace that guides me home
It is Freedom that moves me on
It is Love that brings me here
It is Truth that makes it clear