Christa Wells - How Emptiness Sings

Panning for Gold

I go to the riverbed, shoes on the shore*
I'm shaking a little bit, hardly know what for
Oh, and the water's cloudy as the sky
I'm looking for answers in the riverbed of life

I'm panning for gold, I'm panning for gold
Until I have all my heart can hold

I go to the pages handed down and worn
I'm hearing the sages with the Truth on their tongues
Sifting beauty from the layers of ash
I'm tracing the universe with my fingers in the sand

I'm panning for gold, I'm panning for gold
Until I have all my heart can hold

It's there in the city, where the nations converge
It's in the graffiti and the shapes of the earth
Choir lofts and kitchens, where voices ring loud
Reflections of grace, shining glory over doubt

I'm panning for gold, I'm panning for gold
Until I have all my heart can hold
I'm panning for gold, I'm panning for gold
Take all I can hold

I go to the riverbed
I go to the riverbed

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Writer(s): Christa Nichole Wells
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