Northern Winds

What would I say if I knew I had one day left
What would I do while approaching my last breath
I'd cry out the songs from my youth
I'd walk through the lilies again
I'd run down a cedar pine street
Just like when I was a kid

From cradle to grave, all praise to the Maker
The artist of life, mankind's Creator

Creation sings a melody
Everything drawn by his light
Sun and stars in harmony
His painted skies all testify
The God of creativity
Placed His handprints over life
My lungs pour out an offering
Poetic joy within the night

From cradle to grave, all praise to the Maker
The artist of life, mankind's Creator

I lift my voice and dance over death
Praise in my sling, for a giant's head
When I breathe my last, it is not the end
My soul will rise with the northern winds
I lift my voice and dance over death
Praise in my sling, for a giant's head
When I breathe my last, it is not the end
My soul will rise with the northern winds

From cradle to grave, all praise to the Maker
The artist of life, mankind's Creator



Credits
Writer(s): Allan John
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