Like a tree in Your fingertips, Oh Father
I am moved by Your Spirit like the wind
Abandoned to the movement of Your loving
All my reservations fade away
All my reservations fade away
And I dance with You, sweet Jesus
I fly with You on Your wind
I move in Your gentle loving
And all my reservations fade away
And all my reservations fade away
This song was written as I stood in the presence of God, worshiping with my hands raised. I could feel Him gently moving my arms as with a breeze. I envisioned the large willow tree outside the house as these words were sung spontaneously.
