O Eli    There's a sanctity in your innocence    A certain beauty and no uncertain strength    That brings me to the faith    I don't know if I    If I am climbing to or falling in    But it comes like grace from your tiny hands    When I hold you in mine    And I pray that the eyes    Of your heart    Shine bright    With the hope to which you're called    And may you know with all the saints    The height, the depth, the width, and the length    Of the love of God    O Eli    There's a joy in your sweet abandon    Like the cowgirl ballerina    Leaves that ride    The wild and holy bucking wind that the sky    Sent through you to blow away these walls I've built    Walls of selfishness and walls of guilt    That leave me free to be a child       And I pray that the eyes    Of your heart    Shine bright    With the hope to which you're called    And may you know with all the saints    The height, the depth, the width, and the length    Of the love of God    O Eli    There's a joy in your sweet abandon    Like the cowgirl ballerina    Leaves that ride    The wild and holy bucking wind that the sky