There is a sacredness in turning
as with leaves
and in learning
Wherever way the wind will blow
colored wonders to applaud
and small deeds grow
So
Throw yourself upon the harvest wheel singing
live the life of dying
always seeing the beginning
There is a sacredness in turning
as with leaves
and in learning
Wherever way the wind will blow
colored wonders to applaud
and small deeds grow
So
Throw yourself upon the harvest wheel singing
live the life of dying
always seeing the beginning
Glimpses of Glory 