Phil Keaggy - Smoke lyrics

An offering A fragrant offering Let it rise Rise up on the wind Let it rise Let it be Let it be my soul Flying to You My Lord, my love Flying to You Like a bluebird Riding on the current The gust of this prayer The gust of this prayer Riding on the current Receive this offering of love, my Lord This quiet place This burst of flame This breath See it rise in the cold morning air Like a sparrow Soaring on the wind Soaring on the wind The wind of my desire Soaring on the wind I desire to be with You, my Lord My Lord Let it be Let it be my praise Floating to Your room Let it fill Your heart, my Lord