Acknowledging the femaleness of God
will release a sense of wholeness into the church.
It's rather like the wholeness
that God claimed for us in creation. - Dorothy Mc-Rae McMahon
Sophia
© 2003 Matt Henry
to Shana
When you sing, birds arrest their wings,
Listening, they're just listening.
Every breath from you becomes a hymn,
Listening, I am listening.
When you sing, stars begin to cry
They are glistening, while they're listening.
Hearing you, even laughter sighs,
Listening, all are listening.
It's not that I just want to hear,
Or try to hold if I had that choice.
To imitate is far beyond me,
I want to be sung by your voice.
When you sing, my heart tries keeping time,
Listening, always listening.
Your rhythm holds me captive to your rhyme,
Listening, only listening.
When you sing, beauty takes a breath,
Listening, listening,
So alive serenading even death,
Listening, aren't you listening?
It's not that I just want to hear,
Or try to hold if I had that choice.
To imitate is far beyond me,
I want to be sung by your voice.
Sing me to sleep with your voice,
Sing me awake with your voice,
Sing me to life with your voice.
will release a sense of wholeness into the church.
It's rather like the wholeness
that God claimed for us in creation. - Dorothy Mc-Rae McMahon
Sophia
© 2003 Matt Henry
to Shana
When you sing, birds arrest their wings,
Listening, they're just listening.
Every breath from you becomes a hymn,
Listening, I am listening.
When you sing, stars begin to cry
They are glistening, while they're listening.
Hearing you, even laughter sighs,
Listening, all are listening.
It's not that I just want to hear,
Or try to hold if I had that choice.
To imitate is far beyond me,
I want to be sung by your voice.
When you sing, my heart tries keeping time,
Listening, always listening.
Your rhythm holds me captive to your rhyme,
Listening, only listening.
When you sing, beauty takes a breath,
Listening, listening,
So alive serenading even death,
Listening, aren't you listening?
It's not that I just want to hear,
Or try to hold if I had that choice.
To imitate is far beyond me,
I want to be sung by your voice.
Sing me to sleep with your voice,
Sing me awake with your voice,
Sing me to life with your voice.
