I hear a sound and turn to see a new direction on that rusty weathervane

Suddenly the dead brown leaves are stirred to scratch their circle dances down the lane

And now the sturdy oaks start clappin' with the last few stubborn leaves that won't let go

I can hear Old Glory snappin' and her tattered rope now clangin' against the pole

And my breath is snatched away

And a tear comes to my eye

Feels like somethin's on the way so I look up to the sky, I look up to the sky and...

From the corners of creation

Comes the Father's holy breath

Ridin' on a storm with tender fierceness

Stirring my soul to holiness

Stirring my soul to holiness

I see the lifeless dust now resurrected, swirling up against my window pane

And carried ‘cross the distance comes the long awaited fragrances of earth and rain

And out across the amber field the slender grasses bend and bow and kiss the ground

And in them I see the beauty of the soul's who let the Spirit lay them down

And it takes my breath away

And a tear comes to my eye

Feels like somethin's on the way, so I look up to the sky, I look up to the sky and...

From the corners of creation

Comes the Father's holy breath

Ridin' on a storm with tender fierceness

Stirring my soul to holiness

Stirring my soul to holiness

And like a mighty wind blows with a force I cannot see

I will open wide my wings, I will open wide my wings 

I will open wide my wings and let the Spirit carry me

From the corners of creation

Comes the Father's holy breath

Ridin' on a storm with tender fierceness

Stirring my soul to holiness

Stirring my soul to holiness