the sun sets on another Manitoba day
and I soak in every taste of His glory
here, on Canadian soil
soon, and very soon
we will watch that same sun
rise, to a new life
in eastern, sub-saharan Africa
wherever I awaken
I remain, secure
in the palm of His hand
even if I wander to the far
edges of His fingertips
as the day ends
as the day begins
I am His, again
I can never escape from your Spirit!
I can never get away from your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there;
if I go down to the grave, you are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
even there your hand will guide me,
and your strength will support me.