From the recording Tall Tree

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The beginning of returning to Grace is often found in place which speak quietly to the heart.


A gentle breeze blows through the meadow

and stirs white blossoms made of lace

A blushing sunrise peeks or'e the mountain

and lays soft kisses on my face

This is the place where my heart goes

when times are hard and rough and long

It is where I always find You

calling me with Your sweet song

Here laughing waters dance and sparkle

come tumbling down just like Your grace

refresh my soul and ease my burden

When I rest in Your embrace


A breath of Spring my heart is lighter

A breath of Spring the world is new

A breath of Spring the sun shines brighter

A breath of Spring brings me to You