If the Lord ever looks down from heaven If I ever see Him peeking from his stars I'll say "Father take me home, I'm together here alone And I've thrown away the keys to these bars Oh, Father you've made many rivers And I've followed them from the mountains to the seas Now would you make me one that flows beyond the sun Would you make a ship and sail it there for me Once I dreamed I saw the Lord in a vision And he spoke from His flowing beard of silver gray He said, "My son you've played the game, and you've used a rambler's name But you never were a true hard-roller anyway." He said, "My son, I have made many rivers. And youÕve followed them from the mountains to the sea. And now I'll make you one that flows beyond the sun Oh I'll make a ship of grace and set you free And now I'll make you one that flows beyond the sun Oh I'll make a ship of grace and set you free Free