Fingers on the rails can feel
The pulse of steel and diesel engines,
The muscle and sinew of a continent.
Ten thousand horses throb the air
And bear down on a mile of freight.
It rolls by like thunder
Under a clear blue sky, stirs the soul
With memories of lonely whistles
In the night, a desert wind, mystery lights;
When little fingers at the open window
First felt the pulse of steel and diesel,
A few million miles ago.

He died of a broken heart
           Spilling his side out
           Onto sword

  Blood and water
                   Poured

       He's not dead

Yet alive my Lord

Through nails
Through thorns

He lives within me
         Greater more

He has risen
To save our souls
Jesus lives

For His blood was spilled

And by his stripes we know we're healed

Our Lord our Saviour
Our King

Unveiled

I can hardly wait
to rise anew from ashes.
Set alight by love.

At this table,
We do not swear,
At this table,
We show respect,
At this table,
We love, only love,
At this table,
We share our day,

In this home,
We do not strike,
In this home,
We do not spite,
In this home,
We show love, only love,
In this home,
We share our sanctuary,