In open fields of wild flowers, she breathes the air and flies away. She thanks
her Jesus for the daisies and the roses in no simple language. Someday she'll
understand the meaning of it all.
He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heaven. As close as a heartbeat
or a song on her lips. Someday she'll trust Him and learn how to see HIm.
Someday He'll call her and she will come running and fall in His arms and the
tear will fall down and she'll pray,
"I want to fall in love with You"
Sitting silent wearing Sunday best. The sermon echoes through the walls. A great
salvation through it calls to the people who stare, into nowhere and can't feel
the chains on their souls.
It seems too easy to call you 'Savior'. Not close enough to call you 'God'. So
as I sit and think of words I can mention to show my devotion
"I want to fall in love with You"
He's more than the laughter or the stars in the heaven. As close as a heartbeat
or a son on our lips. Someday we'll trust Him and learn how to see Him. Someday
He'll call us and we will come running and fall in His arms and the tears will
fall down and we'll pray,
"I want to fall in love with You, my heart beats for You."
Song by Jars of Clay
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