Grateful

If I came again I’d be a skier
Flying down a mountain with the wind
Flying as if we live  up in the air

I’d like to dance on ice while tenors sang
With my body I thee worship,Lord.
A man  to whirl me round till my ears rang

God dwells in our bodies as they glide
Not when scrunched in chairs,  bent over  books
Holy is the  flesh and soul beside.

Would you like to be a song of joy
Floating through the windows to the sky?
These are thoughts with which I love to toy

If we live with all our senses wide
Nothing else  can make a better life
If I came again, I’d be myself
Grateful  to that life which in me dwells