In the depths of my mind when I lie very still I remember the wildflowers on the hill And all that I want is to be in their midst To be lifted from this long loneliness Did You bring me here or did I lose my way? Is there something that I can do or say To go back to the fields, to the slow falling rain To the breath of the wind, to the cool of the day? Have You been in hiding or am I just blind? Would I be in Eden if You opened my eyes? How can I bloom when the rivers are dry? Here in the wasteland, here in the wasteland I dreamed I could fly, I didn't know where I'd go But I'm leaving behind everything I know And I find myself here where no rain ever falls Maybe I am a wildflower after all Yes, I am a wildflower after all You own the whole earth but You give us the land You leave us to blossom, You never demand Maybe this heartbreak is only Your hands Making a garden, You're making a garden There are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry There are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry This is freedom from prison, I am fully alive And there are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry And there are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry And there are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry This is freedom from prison, I am fully alive And there are streams in the desert, Your well won't run dry Heaven is open, heaven is open Heaven is opening now Heaven is open, heaven is open Heaven is opening now Heaven is open, heaven is open Heaven is opening now Heaven is open, heaven is open Heaven is opening now