Old man’s rubble reigned til Christ miraculously came
I, my own player, never needing this God-maker to gain
Now, everywhere I go the Lamb of God is all I see
The dream-world withdraws it’s eclipse; now I’m free
Impossible things are transformed by His awesome power
The war between ‘the carnal and spirit’ is won by the hour
Feeding on God’s promises, I’m anchored in his Rock
He pilots me against the storms, I’m sheltered in His flock
Oh thou Lover of my soul, Eternal One, Redeemer
Keep always in Your arms, needing not but-to-be Your dreamer
Sing me back home Father, where the roses do always bloom
Fill the longing inside this heart, of zeal, to fly over the moon
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