Ancient of Days

Following in the footsteps of my father I see life's light in the brightest morning star I will walk hand in hand with my brother Though I wander sometimes I can never journey far From the hands, hands of love They descend as a dove in the morning You're filling me up as I cry, "Papa, please come my way!" I Rejoice, for who can separate us, Jehovah my God, sweet as morning rain? I will praise the Holy One of Israel. He's ransomed my soul and hidden my shame. I Rejoice, for who can separate us, Jehovah my God, sweet as morning rain? I will praise the Holy One of Israel. He's ransomed my soul and taken my blame. ... Hands, hands of love They descend as a dove in the morning You're filling me up as I cry, "Papa, please come my way!" Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah Hallelujah, hallelujah, to the ancient of days