Holy Ground

I still recall
You said you needed me
So close to the bone
Yet pride kept you alone
Too long
And it cuts like a knife

I remember
You held yourself
Just at a distance
To evade a fleeting eye
of mine
Why do you feel with your mind?

Chorus: Am I treading on ice?
Or am I walking on holy ground?
I feel the sound of your healing

You respect me
Man of integrity
Ageless beyond
the story you came from
did you wrong
Still I feel I belong

Chorus: Am I treading on ice?
Or am I walking on holy ground?
I feel the sound of your healing

Am I treading on ice?
Or am I walking on holy ground?
I feel the sound of your healing
And I hope this faith is real

Am I treading on ice?
Or am I walking on holy ground?
I feel the sound of your healing... me

©1998 Deborah Hocking