Over The Waters

stretch your mighty hand

sing your glorious song

touch my wounded heart

and be my love

i see the open sky

i breath the piercing air

i lay beneath the stars

and know Your love

press your hand to mine

breathe your breath in me

heal my broken spirit

and be my love

i hope for brighter days

i dream of flowing waters

i rest in green fields

and know Your love

take my seeking soul

lead my aching body

rain on me oh Lord

and be my love

so that I may smile

so that I may live

so that I may believe

so that I may be

Your love

San Juan

Are you golden lights?

Are you ringing bells?

Are you frozen fruit?

Are you sipping rum?

Do seagulls sail?

Do children play?

Do leaves rustle?

Do sands conspire?

In San Juan...

Does music sound?

Does happiness love?

Does silence rest?

Does the sun set?

In San Juan...

In San Juan...

Does the sun set in San Juan?