Behind the face of God
The fate of all who breathe
Every word and thought
In every haunted heart
A thousand years; a day
A shooting star; a flame
A child returns to dust
To see and feel and touch
Who could
Who could
Who could know your mind, Lord?
At Thy
At Thy
At Thy holiness I fall
A tender blade of grass
I fade into your arms
Wash me with a flood
Break me if you must
No one
No one can compare to you
No one
No one can compare
The fate of all who breathe
Every word and thought
In every haunted heart
A thousand years; a day
A shooting star; a flame
A child returns to dust
To see and feel and touch
Who could
Who could
Who could know your mind, Lord?
At Thy
At Thy
At Thy holiness I fall
A tender blade of grass
I fade into your arms
Wash me with a flood
Break me if you must
No one
No one can compare to you
No one
No one can compare
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.