Wildflower

In the depths of my mind when I lie very still
I remember the wildflowers on the hill
And all that I want is to be in their midst
To be lifted from this long loneliness

Did You bring me here or did I lose my way?
Is there something that I can do or say
To go back to the fields, to the slow falling rain
To the breath of the wind, to the cool of the day?

Have You been in hiding or am I just blind?
Would I be in Eden if You opened my eyes?
How can I bloom when the rivers are dry?
Here in the wasteland, here in the wasteland

I dreamed I could fly, I didn't know where I'd go
But I'm leaving behind everything I know
And I find myself here where no rain ever falls
Maybe I am a wildflower after all
Yes, I am a wildflower after all

You own the whole earth but You give us the land
You leave us to blossom, You never demand
Maybe this heartbreak is only Your hands
Making a garden, You're making a garden

There are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry
There are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry
This is freedom from prison, I am fully alive
And there are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry
And there are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry
And there are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry
This is freedom from prison, I am fully alive
And there are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry

Heaven is open, heaven is open
Heaven is opening now
Heaven is open, heaven is open
Heaven is opening now

Heaven is open, heaven is open
Heaven is opening now
Heaven is open, heaven is open
Heaven is opening now