What will you do with the time that's left?. Will you live it all with no regret?. Will they say that you loved till your final breath?. What will you do with the time that's left?.
~Think of Me~. Packing my bags this morning. Was the hardest thing to do. But packing my bags was so easy. Compared to standing outside your door right now.
Words and Music by Mark Schultz. From the recording: Song Cinema, Track #9.. . He packed his bags when he was just 18. To see a world he thought he'd never seen.
He always called her daddy's little girl. She was four years old. Waiting by the door to run into his arms. Each time that he came home. . And every night he tucked her in and read to her in bed.
All or nothing at all. Half a love, never appealed to me. If your heart, never could yield to me. Then I'd rather (rather) have nothing at all. . All or nothing at all.
I am driving. I am late for work. Spilling coffee. Down my whitest shirt. While I'm flossing. And I'm changing lanes. Oh Yeah. Now I'm driving. Through the parking lot.
Remember Me. In a Bible cracked and faded by the years. Remember Me. In a sanctuary filled with silent prayer. . And age to age and heart to heart. Bound by grace and peace.
Now that You've come in. Now that You've come into my life. All that was faded. All that was faded is like a heartbeat. That's been restored. Like a faith that has been reborn.
Well, I know this life is filled with sorrow. And there are days when the pain just lasts and lasts. But I know there will come a day. When all our tears are washed away with a break in the clouds.
You should have seen both faces from the start. Beholden to the hate within your heart. You cast the world aside. In hiding from your burden one more time.
Lord, You are. The King of all creation. And You know my name. . Lord, You are. The hope of every nation. And You never change. . And so I stand. I stand before You now.
She packed up her bags and she turned to tell them goodbye. She kissed her dad and promised her momma shed write. For 18 years shed been their baby. Oh, but now she will learn how to fly.
You've never dealt with this before. You unchained your grip, you know you did, and we will not take no more. An empty hand is your sacrifice. It's your upper hand for the last time.
She walked to the mailbox. On that bright summers day. Found a letter from her son. In a war, far away. . He spoke of the weather. And good friends that he'd made.
It takes you in and tears it all out, it tears it all out. But you never know. It takes your life, turns you into someone. And you know it won't be long.
You gotta nice job. In an office on the seventh floor,. Oh, but you're lookin' out. The window and you're thinkin;. That there's somethin more.. You clear your head,.
When the light is finally gone. Here the blind can truly see. Oh, the tide has finally turned. Now, the walls they fall on me. Now they fall on me. . So you're afraid, said it's a long way down.
Long ago on the Texas Plains. Was a little town. That never changed. Until a man rode into town,. A Ranger known for miles around. . Well, he could keep the peace.
My day to day is just the same as it has been, always. Dreaming of you then waking, with no one. Im dreamin bout your name. And making ours the same. .
I'm holding this picture - You drew when you were four -. It was one we proudly hung - On our refrigerator door -. I found it in the attic - In your old dresser drawer -.