When the choir soars, I soar too.
I lose the anchor that keeps my soul on earth.
Those voices enter me. They make me new,
and I am open to another birth.
When the choir soars, I soar too.
I feel the presence of that company
that holds my guidance and keeps me safe.
They harmonize and hover around me.
I grow thankful as a homeless waif.
When the choir soars, I soar too.