We hide in closets. They lock us out. We waltz in the dark. They knock us down. . This war beheads us. These walls betray our combat. Did you believe it? Did you believe it?.
I can't stay here anymore. There's no time for me to hideaway. Waste another day. But You, oh Lord, I can't ignore. Or the chance to know that I can change.
Running through Paris. Tip tap toes on fire. Broke my high heel. Now I'm climbing La Butte. As a barefoot femme fatale. . I took a boat to find you. And I am the Queen of France.
Oh solitude, I salute!. Scary nights and merry daylight. Oh solitude, my interlude. My sister moon sprite and brother so bright. Oh solitude, I salute you!.
For all the times I failed You, Lord. Forgive me. For all the ways Ive fallen short. Lord, forgive me now. God, Im so in need of grace. I fall upon my face, forgive me.
Every man is an island. Every woman is the sea. . Mother Woman. . He knows his own best. She feels the depths of the world. He holds his breath, a-ha!.
She meets you at the door. She greets you back from war. She reads out loud. She feeds them kraut. She leads the local scouts. . Her breed is fading out.
If I could speak with tongues of angels. If I could write the future in the sky. If I could know the wisdom of the ages. But have no love what would it mean.
A symphony of color painted on a western sky. The thunder roars and the rain it falls. Over fields, over streams, over us. You're over us. . Expressions of Your glory.
In the misty morning light. What is this wuthering wonderland?. I'm waking walking in the woods. Not alone, alone where I stood. Beside me, waltzing, my son.
It is a beautiful morning. I wake up with you. Traffic emergency blinking lights. The North Star shines. The winter wind gets to me. I put on your sweater.
If it weren't for You Lord, I don't know where I'd be. I could fill the hours, but never fill the need. I would still be searching looking for the truth.
So you went up and down Bleecker Street. Walked it out again. Went to see all the flowers, all the beauty. That lovely Marc Jacobs ceiling. Victor and Rolf adorned dresses.
On the corner of Fifth and Broadway. I was walking to the grocery store on Third. I saw a man up on a box. He seemed a little unorthodox. He was preaching up a storm.
So close, very close but Lord I miss You. Here's where I, I find hope, You're coming soon. And I long so much to see You that I cry. Everywhere are the signs that the end is near, I say.
Words and Music by Phil Butson. . Chorus. We're children of the King,. Lift your up heads high,. Show the whole world right,. We're children of the King,.
They laugh 'cause they see. I live for more than me. They point their fingers. Push me nearer to the flame. . They say "We serve no one. We just live to please ourselves".
This is the air I breathe. This is the air I breathe. Your Holy Presence living in me. . This is my daily bread. This is my daily bread. Your very Word spoken to me.
Chorus. Blessing, honour,. Glory to the Lamb,. Holy, Righteous,. Worthy is the Lamb,. Blessing, honour,. Glory to the Lamb,. Holy, Righteous,. Worthy is the Lamb..
One day, eh. One day, eh. One day, eh. . How lovely is Your dwelling place. Oh, Lord Almighty. For my soul longs. And even faints for You. . For here my heart is satisfied.