Friday, February 11, 2011

The Sound

There’s something about the way that you speak to me
I hear the care in the sound
When hurt is all you’ve known, trusting comes slow- but in you, trust I’ve found
I can’t make it on my own, I need your strength- I’m frail, I’m incomplete
Desperate for the grace you give- I cry out
   
When I wander off, you guide me back- like only a Father could  
There’s something about the way that you make me feel, calm and reassured         
I’m desperate for the grace you give, hear me now.  This is my request.
I’m desperate for the grace you give- I cry out

I need you to rescue me, I need you to rescue me
I don’t want control, I just want to know- there’s someone out there that loves me
Unconditionally.