"O Eli There's a sanctity in your innocence A certain beauty and no uncertain strength That brings me to the faith I don't know if I If I am climbing to or falling in But it comes like grace from your tiny hands When I hold you in mine And I pray that the eyes Of your heart Shine bright With the hope to which you're called And may you know with all the saints The height ~ the depth ~ the width ~ and the length Of the love of God O Eli There's a joy in your sweet abandon Like the cowgirl ballerina Leaves that ride The wild and holy bucking wind that the sky Sent through you to blow away these walls I've built Walls of selfishness and walls of guilt That leave me free to be a child And I pray that the eyes Of your heart Shine bright With the hope to which you're called And may you know with all the saints The height ~ the depth ~ the width ~ and the length Of the love of God O Eli There's a joy in your sweet abandon Like the cowgirl ballerina Leaves that ride The wild and holy bucking wind that the sky"