Teksty: Anderson Bruford Wakeman Howe. The Meeting.

Surely I could tell when I sleep tonight
A dream will call and raise it's head in majesty
Dividing all my energy
To the meeting of Your love

Where from whence it came
Like a singer searching for a song
I try to reach where You belong
As I will be the song for You
I will be Your servant child

No, oh no
I cannot be deceived
No, oh no
There's something that I feel
There's something that I feel inside

Surely I could tell
If you ask me, Lord
To board the train

My life, my love would be the same
As I could be the one for You
In the meeting of Your love
In the meeting of Your love