on swift wings thy burdens lie,
breaking through the deep darkness,
come to me Lord, oh fly.
On my journey you softly walk,
with bare feet red and sore,
you hold my heart and when you call,
on my face with reverence fall.
Oh sweet Jesus shield my soul,
with dazzling clean white wings,
and from the garden do you appear,
to settle and comfort all things.
Break the silence precious Lord,
with the flow of water and blood,
wash clean my heart and my eyes,
let me be yours as I truly should.