Kingfisher

When I get where I’m going I will lend a steady hand
Build a little cabin, dig a river through the land
Does a pilgrim tremble when he finally finds a home
When the rock bestows the water and binds the broken bone

I go out walking in the forest to a place I’ve seen
A fountain flowing like a highway running through my dreams

When I get where I’m going, there’s a woman in the dust
We have wrinkles on our bodies proving love’s been good to us
She is standing proudly squinting in thе summer sun
Satisfied surveying all hеr hands have done

We go out walking in the water where the silver swims
Cicadas singing like somebody washed away their sins
I see a kingfisher ascending to his rightful throne
The meek inheriting a city they can call their own

When I get where I’m going, guns are hammered into plows
Promises we made to war, turn into broken vows
Faithful is the Spirit, our troubles to employ
The bread of our affliction returning to us joy

Like horses foaming with the sweat of captives breaking free
Like mother’s milk into the belly of a broken reed
I go out walking on the mountain where the thunder rolls
I smell the rain of heaven coming to the earth below
I see a kingfisher ascending to his rightful throne
The meek inheriting a city they can call their own