This is track three from the upcoming 'Prophet' album...
santana
guitarist
gonzalez
richard
kephas
carribean
Lyrics
I will no longer play within
The confines of a fruitless mind.
My Lord Beloveds' game to win
This sporting ground I leave behind.
All that I have ever known
A seeming storm of natures' err,
Revealed at last by grace alone
To be the dance of natures' care.
The length and breadth of golden earth
The joyful playground of His dream.
To serve The One my soul took birth
My soaring heart He will redeem.
The blind and thunderous mind of doom
No longer binds my ready smile.
Delivered from the finite room,
Freed from the grip of human guile.
The puissant breath of The Absolute
Extinguishes the fury flame.
The quenchless night He does refute
Once wild incumbent is now tame.