created for the Divine With death in my bones In my heart I turned alive I'd love for Eden But I'd kill for Rome I'm native in a land That is not my
If they shut down the churces where would you go If they melted all the stain glass windows Replaced every sanctuary, with a condo Where would you go
There are no mystic jewels, embedded in my prose, No moonlit haloed cherubs, perched on my piano, No lyrics laced with pixie dust, no angels sings along
me Somehow my story, is part of Your plan So here I am Here I am, all my life an offering to You, To You, Somehow my story is a part of your plan Here
, And the problem with the world is me So I will look no further than a mirror, That's where the offender hides So great is my need for A Redeemer...
worst enemy Please don't let me get the better of me take this earthly thing and make it finally something heavenly I wanna be heavenly Air is cleaner grass is
it keeps me wanting That mysterious thing Like a night is waiting for a dawn Every prayer I say (a little closer) To my resting place (a little closer) Where my final breath is the beginning
the end of my line just now im too tired to keep on trying hope it is rising its a sunrise from me hope it is rising and its breathing for me again
To a desert drought, I brought the rain Did you doubt, for a moment That I felt your pain? Just when you think the story is over You know My love is
after all we've projected A child in a manger Lowly and small, the weakest of all Unlikeliest hero, wrapped in his mothers shawl Just a child Is this
't let me down I've been afraid of what I'll find I open the door to what's inside I'm back but all's not right 'Cause there is still a mess to clean
