The rain fell
The floods came
The winds blew but I'm still standing
The floor plan
The leveled land
The architect's hand averts the landing
For never was a promise made He had forgotten or betrayed
Will I get all or some? Will I soar or fly?
Will my day ever come? Will my eyes ever dry?
When I cry over what's mine or his I think about what Matthew says
Of hearers and doers what am I?
Of hearers and doers what am I?
The days pass
The highest mass
Falls down the hourglass
Why even bother?
My skin pales
My body ails
But my voice never fails to thank my Father
For never was a promise made He had forgotten or betrayed
Will I get all or some? Will I soar or fly?
Will my day ever come? Will my eyes ever dry?
When I cry over what's mine or his I think about what Matthew says
Of hearers and doers what am I?
Of hearers and doers what am I?
Will I get all or some? Will I soar or fly?
Will my day ever come? Will my eyes ever dry?
When I cry over what's mine or his I think about what Matthew says
Of hearers and doers what am I?
Of hearers and doers what am I?