Are we at all deserving of His grace and providence?
I take too many things for granted.
Are we at all deserving of His grace and providence?
I take too many things for granted.
It started out as a feeling
Which then grew into a hope
Which then turned into a quiet thought
Which then turned into a quiet word
And then that word grew louder and louder
Till it was a battle cry
I’ll come back when you call me
Don’t need to say goodbye
Just because everything’s changing
Doesn’t mean it never
Been this way before
All you can do is try to know
Who your friends are
As you head off to the war
Pick a star on the dark horizon
And follow the light
You’ll come back
When it’s over
Don’t need to say goodbye
Now we’re back to the beginning
It’s just a feeling and no one knows yet
But just because they can’t feel it too
Doesn’t mean that you have to forget
Let your memories grow stronger and stronger
Till it’s before your eyes
You’ll come back
When it’s over
Don’t need to say goodbye
In the end, we can only hope for the best.
The things we do…or try to do, can only be best described as, in vain.
Yet we still try. And try. And try.
Because at the end of the day, you do what you need to do, to do what you want to do.