Lyrics Many Rivers - Steve Young

Many Rivers

If the Lord ever looks down from heaven
If I ever see Him peeking from his stars
I’ll say «Father take me home, I’m together here alone
And I’ve thrown away the keys to these bars
Oh, Father you’ve made many rivers
And I’ve followed them from the mountains to the seas
Now would you make me one that flows beyond the sun
Would you make a ship and sail it there for me
Once I dreamed I saw the Lord in a vision
And he spoke from His flowing beard of silver gray
He said, «My son you’ve played the game, and you’ve used a rambler’s name
But you never were a true hard-roller anyway.»
He said, «My son, I have made many rivers
And youÕve followed them from the mountains to the sea
And now I’ll make you one that flows beyond the sun
Oh I’ll make a ship of grace and set you free
And now I’ll make you one that flows beyond the sun
Oh I’ll make a ship of grace and set you free
Free