Miles (Witmer Denison)

We'll get in my car around 10:30 that night For the New York city skyline, destination of our sights It's the biggest healing session that I've had for some years The laughter and the driving and the letting go of She seems to have a way Of making me feel You always have a way Of keeping me real Hold me, my world is closing Help me to keep it open We stand in the parking lots Of late afternoons Talking of the ways we pray For healing of wounds She seems to have a way Of bringing me down You always have a way Of bringing me out Hold me, my world We feel the push of The love directed life for us We feel the push of The Christ directed life The love directed life Hold me, my world