Panning For Gold - Christa Wells

I go to the riverbed shoes on the shore

I'm shaking a little bit hardly know what for

Oh and the water's cloudy as the sky

I'm looking for answers in the riverbed of life

I'm panning for gold I'm panning for gold

Until I have all my heart can hold

I go to the pages handed down and worn

I'm hearing the sages with the Truth on their tongues

Sifting beauty from the layers of ash

I'm tracing the universe with my fingers in the sand

I'm panning for gold I'm panning for gold

Until I have all my heart can hold

It's there in the city where the nations converge

It's in the graffiti and the shapes of the earth

Choir lofts and kitchens where voices ring loud

Reflections of grace shining glory over doubt

I'm panning for gold I'm panning for gold

Until I have all my heart can hold

I'm panning for gold I'm panning for gold

Take all I can hold

I go to the riverbed

I go to the riverbed