I can almost run my hands
across the foliage hills
short straw that used to be wet
I can almost smell it from inside
teary-eyed, breathing still
sitting up, keen for more
Is that what it’s like to be big?
sort of like the giant lovers
in the elevated song
singin’ so the whole earth responds
as the others to the lovers
Man, the words, they mold my mind
but so far removed from pressure
I imagine, and I know
like the sun that dazzles the dust
and warms the beloved space
And to think that I am she
we are she
dripping myrrh, singing to Thee
this beauty is not vain
this charm will not deceive
tis fear and love
bound so tight
worthy of praise from the land
Is this what it’s like to be big?
sort of like the giant lovers
in the elevated song
singin’ so the whole earth responds
as the others to us lovers
And to think that I am she
we are she
dripping myrrh, singing to Thee
singin’ so the whole earth responds
as the others---
we are lovers
Jon Green is singular! His tunes mix and blend both sober and exulting tones while matching them with words that are rich in a true understanding of man and his relationship with God. Daniel Mitchell