Source of the Wind
Can you live with the mystery?
Can you explain all that's inside of me?
Is it foolish to base your living belief
Only on what we can measure to be?
I have been to the ending of my understanding,
Where myst'ry begins
If I limit my living to what I can master,
I close myself in
I'm turning my back on the Source of the Wind
Find your comfort in the thought that you're free
Make your choice now--choose your slavery
Dreams of money or an addict's retreat
Running away from reality
I face up to the challenge of hearing my calling,
His voice comes again
I am happy to bow down to Whom I have found now,
To let Him sink in
And find I am loved by the Source of the Wind