But the time is coming and is already here when true worshippers will worship the father in spirit and in truth. The father is looking for anyone who will worship Him that way. - John 4:23
Hogg/Bainbridge (The result of a journey to Western Ireland) I was following somebody's footsteps to this place A wind was blowing And I thought I felt you touch my face And I danced on my own But I wasn't alone on the hillside And I sang for the king I could hear angels sing in the distance What a mystery, what a mystery What a mystery, Your love for me, Your love for me The stones here are worn And the flowers are torn from the very sod In the light of the morn I am reborn in the sight of God And I danced on my own But I wasn't alone on the hillside And I sang for the king I could hear angels sing in the distance What a mystery, what a mystery What a mystery, Your love for me, Your love for me And my heart's on fire But still I desire the stillness there This is where it began In the heart of one man in a night of prayer And I'm dancing no more As I lose the shore from my vision And there's only the sound Of a gull crying down in the distance What a mystery, what a mystery What a mystery, Your love for me, Your love for me