Through My Window Lyrics

I can see the slender arms of trees

Stir color in their leaves through my window

I can hear early morning childish birds

Beckon without words through my window



But for me to touch with my own hand

Takes a speck of time or sand

But my window, but my window



To stand up to a furnace, to hurl a tiny stone

To step out on the water not to drown

No pioneer has planted foot upon new ground sitting down



Faint cry from across the tracks

Around the corner through my window

I can hear the yearning of the hungry

That I can't feed through my window, through my window



To stand up to a furnace, to hurl a tiny stone

To step out on the water not to drown

No pioneer has planted foot upon new ground sitting down



To stand up to a furnace, to hurl a tiny stone

To step out on the water not to drown

No pioneer has planted foot upon new ground sitting down



I can sit, I can gaze

Through my window and still sing praise

But You want me on my feet

Perseverance can complete what my faith tells me

I know I can't reach it through my window



To stand up to a furnace, to hurl a tiny stone

To step out on the water not to drown

No pioneer has planted foot upon new ground sitting down



To stand up to a furnace, to hurl a tiny stone

To step out on the water not to drown

No pioneer has planted foot upon new ground sitting down