I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me And I enjoy an accolade like the rest And you could take my picture and hang it in a gallery
Started rubbing sticks together Thought a spark would take forever Never dreamt this fire would appear When Moses saw the bush in flames And heard the
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 think
What if you're right? And he was just another nice guy What if you're right? What if it's true? They say the cross will only make a fool of you And what
Hello, Mr. Darkcloud Never thought that we would meet so soon Never thought I'd bundle up in June Funny how the fog rolls Funnier that I'd know who to
When I met him on a sidewalk He was preaching to a mailbox Down on 16th Avenue And he told me he was Jesus Sent from Jupiter to free us With a bottle
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I was certain that I knew You At the tender age of twelve You'd so often been described by those Who said they knew You well Dark and rugged in Your thirties
Bless the day 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
Rolling river God Little stones are smooth Only once the water passes through so, I am a stone Rough and grainy still Trying to reconcile this river's
We rode into town the other day Just me and my Daddy He said I'd finally reached that age And I could ride next to him on a horse That of course was
Say goodnight to the light of the setting sun One more day, one more way For keeping track of all I've done I run this race, keep this pace I'm doing
Rolling River God, little stones are smooth Only once the water passes through So I am a stone, rough and grainy still Trying to reconcile this river'
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
Oh, the days when I drew lines around my faith To keep you out, to keep me in, to keep it safe And oh, the sense of my own self entitlement To say who
It?s well past midnight And I?m awake with questions that won?t Wait for daylight Separating fact from my imaginary fiction On this shelf of my conviction
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