Chris Webster Angel Choir
I long to sing with an angel choir
And lift my voice above this place
And heal my wounded heart's desire
To hold you close and touch your face
To look into your eyes of blue
To see you smiling back at me
To hear your voice so sweet and true
To feel the touch that sets me free
I know in time that day will come
I will not fear, I will not hide
But with restless wings
I'll fly towards home
And once again with you abide
But until then I'll see your smile
In the faces of my garden fair
I'll hear your voice in the rushing water
I'll free my soul in a song of prayer
My heart will swell as I recall
All that has passed and gone before
Upon your neck my kiss will fall
Into your eyes I'll gaze once more
But until then I'll see your smile
In the faces of my garden fair
I'll hear your voice in the rushing water
I'll free my soul in a song of prayer
I long to sing with an angel choir
And lift my voice above this place
And heal my wounded heart's desire
To hold you close and touch your face
