Category: Writers Block
Sunday morning,
People rise to praise Your Holy name and so do I,
They are dancing, they are singing praises to Your name and so am I,
Today I looked up, as the crowd was filing in
I couldn't see what's in their hearts but Lord you can,
And You see everything,
From each breath and step we take,
To every mitake that we make, Savior You know,
And You hear everything,
Of every thought you are aware,
You know our needs and Lord you care for us to tell you everything.
It's amazing
We are loved so much, You gave Your touch you gave Your life,
Pride is tempting,
We've all been there but it's obvious, just another waste of time,
Cause when I look up, feel the wind beneath the trees,
I didn't make my own heart beat but Lord you did,
And You made everything,
From the sunset to the rain,
Of every fiber in our brains only You know,
And You clothed everything,
From the temple of each soul,
To every destiny, each part of it You know, You're everything,
How often do we try, to count the stars at night, as often as we fail,
How many times do we make believe, that we've got it all covered, all the world's needs,
As often as we failed.
You see everything,
From each breath and step we take,
To every mitake that we make, Savior You know,
And You made everything,
From the sunset to the rain,
Of every fiber in our brains only You know
And You clothed everything,
From the temple of each soul,
To every destiny, each part of it You know,
And You hear everything,
Of every thought you are aware,
You know our needs and Lord you care for us to tell you everything.