That Renaissance Man

I’m ready for that Renaissance Man

The one that descends from the spirit of the Almighty

The one that soars on the wings of an eagle

Embracing the storm on a quiet sea

I’m ready for that man that will look beyond the obvious

And see the best in me

That renaissance man that gives his all to Thee

That knows when to laugh—and knows how to cry

He can touch the soul of my heart with the look in his eye

That renaissance man that can reason the answer to the question—why

That man that governs his home serving the Master on high

I’m ready for that renaissance man

The one that descends from the creator of the earth and sky

He prevails in the waters that run very deep

He conquers the mountains when they get a little steep

He knows when to slow down and rest in peaceful sleep

Where is that renaissance man

The one that in marriage will come and take my hand

Love me in obedience according to the Master’s plan

The Master—where he draws his strength to carry me through the sinking sand

I’m ready for my renaissance man

That man—the one who only exists in Jesus