Bless the days this restoration is complete dirty, dusty, something must be underneath So I scrape and I scuff though it's never quite enough I am starting
As around the sun the earth knows she's revolving And the rosebuds know to bloom in early May Just as hate know love's the cure You can rest your mind
Every evening sky, an invitation To trace the patterned stars And early in July, a celebration For freedom that is ours And I notice You In children?
Started rubbing sticks together I thought a spark would take forever I never dreamt this fire would appear When Moses saw the Bush in flames And heard
Do I dare even wear what I was thinkin' of My true colors bleeding on my sleeve? Do I chance the romance that I've been dreamin' of Instead of wishing
There are times when faith and common sense do not align, when hardcore evidence of you is hard to find, and I am silenced in the face of argumenative
The gate is wide The road is paved in moderation The crowd is kind and quick to pull you in Welcome to the middle ground You're safe and sound and Until
You might be an ambassador to England or France You might like to gamble, you might like to dance You may be the heavyweight champion of the world You
Send some rain, would You send some rain? 'Cause the earth is dry and needs to drink again And the sun is high and we are sinking in the shade Would
It will find you at the bottom of a bottle It will find you at the needle's end It will find you when you beg and steal and borrow It will follow you
How many roads did I travel Before I walked down one that led me to You? How many dream did unravel Before I believed in a hope that was true? How long
Bright are the stars that shine In somebody else's sky Green is the grass that grows some place different more possibilities more than you offered me
Pencil marks on a wall I wasn't always this tall, You scattered some monsters from beneath my bed, You watched my team win, You watched my team lose,
If I tried to tell you If I tried to find a way To explain this freedom Of living underneath this grace Would it be absurd? Can a heart be heard? To
Love, I get so lost sometimes Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart When I want to run away I drive off in my car But whichever way I go I come
Take me back to the time When I was maybe eight or nine And I believed when jesus walked on waters blue and If he helped me I could to If I believed
Praise God from Whom all blessings flow Praise Him all creatures here below Praise Him above ye heavenly hosts Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost
Oh, We stutter and we stammer till You save us A symphony of chaos till You play us Phrases on the pages of unknown ?Til You read us into poetry and
