I hear a sound and turn to see   A new direction on that rusty weathervane   Suddenly the dead brown leaves are stirred   To scratch their circle dances down the lane   And now the sturdy oaks start clappin’   With the last few stubborn leaves that won’t let go   I can hear Old Glory snappin’   And her tattered rope now clangin’ against the pole   And my breath is snatched away   And a chill runs up my spine   Feels like somethin’s on the way   So I look up to the sky   I look up to the sky and      From the corners of creation   Comes the Father’s holy breath   Ridin’ on a storm with tender fierceness   Stirring my soul to holiness   Stirring my soul to holiness      I see the lifeless dust now resurrected   Swirling up against my window pane   And carried ‘cross the distance   Come the long awaited fragrances of earth and rain   And out across the amber field   The slender grasses bend and bow   And kiss the ground   And in them I see the beauty of the souls   Who let the Spirit lay them down   And it takes my breath away   And a tear comes to my eye   Feels like somethin’s on the way   So I look up to the sky   I look up to the sky and      From the corners of creation   Comes the Father’s holy breath   Ridin’ on a storm with tender fierceness   Stirring my soul to holiness   Stirring my soul to holiness      And like a mighty wind blows with a force I cannot see   I will open wide my wings, I will open wide my wings   I will open wide my wings and let the Spirit carry me      From the corners of creation   Comes the Father’s holy breath   Ridin’ on a storm with tender fierceness   Stirring my soul to holiness   Stirring my soul to holiness      I hear a sound and turn to see   A new direction on that rusty weathervane.