The crossing Hope is in the crossing Old rivers wide and deep I am but a passenger For you i cannot see My brothers and my sisters Some swim and some may drown All my eyes are weary And my hands are empty bound My heart is not my soul Red dirt it moves my blood From this ground i still must grow Higher in your love Higher in your love The longin' suffers sweet Upon the clouds above Only now i cannot reach Ev'ry stretchin' of my breath Ev'ry lost and broken step May i muster hand and foot To reach from east to west So pray my life to offer One humble gift of care To break the chains that keep me Away from you so fair. First verse C. 2011 gypsyeyes music, bmi Malcolm holcombe