Diane Cluck The Power Of Allowing And Receiving
As I lay bathing in the blazing mountain heat
No, there was nothing between the sun and me
Except the shadow of an incidental bird
Who kept on circling to ensure I wasn't hurt
It hung in the sky, and kept me in its shade
So once I'd gone inside, on my skin I found its shape
In pale relief now, I am believing
In the power of allowing and receiving
In the power of allowing and receiving
Something came to carry off my grieving like it was nothing
I am believing in the power of allowing and receiving
Riches from the hands that long to share their gold
If you'd just loosen up that old white-knuckle hold
That binds your burdens closer than you might would guess
Just set ‘em down now and dance around
Sung out to the sky, a song from balled-up roots
You're bound to catch reply as sure as trees yield fruit
Their leaves are shining
I am believing in the power
In the power of allowing and receiving
Somehow it carries off my grieving like it was nothing
I am believing in the power of allowing and receiving
