From Horizon to Horizon I listen for a sound
From home, cabin to castle.
How still must I be?
Great is the storm within the soul.
Banging away at the time clock of my mind.
Deeper still I must be.
For the essence of that calling Voice is as deep as His Glory.
The Blue, The Gray, Pink and Reds of the sky.
whispers of a home yet unseen.
Reflections beyond the Horizon of Time
That my Soul is bursting yet to see.
Reflections of ever changing colors.
That I can not touch from the sea of Earth.
Reflections these colors whisper of a world
That I need to be.
“Come deeper with me.”