He Came From the Mountain -- Bruce Cockburn

Bruce Cockburn from Sunwheel Dance.

He Came From the Mountain

He came from the mountain,
to walk among the wounded.
They couldn't see Him.
But the snow did melt whenever he passed by.

He came behind winter,
His face was like the sun.
They wouldn't see it,
But He sang on the bank that made the waters run.

In His world, we wait.
In His hands, our fate.
Keep on climbing.
We shall see His gate in good time.

He came to the lowlands.
He said we must have faces,
So we could see like him,
Before our wings would ever come to fly.

In His world, we wait.
In His hands, our fate.
Keep on climbing.
We shall see His gate in good time.