Holy, Holy, Holy

from the album "Zoom Daddy"

Words by Terry Taylor, Music by Terry Taylor, David Raven, Jerry Chamberlain and Tim Chander
©1988 Broken Songs

i was feeling kind of haggard,
low, and shadowy
like a ghost involved in assault
and battery
just a figment of my own dark
imagination
hanginí around backstage for
an invitation to

walk the streets of light in new
jerusalem
see what in my dreams at night
she had always been
in a wedding dress of white,
and crowned with seraphim
now sheís putting the magic
bite on me once again

itís holy and still a book
I believe itís holy, and still the
sky itís
holy, and still tap water
holy, holy, holy

i caught a glimpse of
something in someone elseís eyes
there in the least likely face of
someone i despised
a trace of new beginnings,
when tears are cried no more
and the moment that i knew it,
i walked out my prison door
and into

golden streets of light in new
jerusalem
see what in my dreams at night
she had always been
in her wedding dress of
white, and crowned with
seraphim
now sheís putting the magic
bite on me once again

itís holy, and still a kiss
i believe itís holy, and still the
moonlight
itís holy, and still the wine and
bread
holy, holy, holy

holy in a babyís breath
in an unexpected guest
in a friend or an enemy
in a poor manís misery

holy, and still the rain itís
holy, and still a strangers face
holy, and still a song itís
holy, and still a prayer itís
holy, and still a sunset itís
holy, and still a starry night
holy, and still laughter itís
holyÖ