We have flooded the altar with our tears. We have wearied you Lord with our words. Great God, our promises we've broken. Oh Lord, forgive me.. . You are breaking the pride in our hearts.
Words & music: michael w. smith, wayne kirkpatrick, and amy grant. Here we are on a boat out on the sea. off the coast of africa. heading for peaceful shores.
Who can say why she turned and walked away. I can see but she's gone away. Sometime love means we have to stand the fire. Everybody runs, everybody hides..
CHORUS. I've been waiting much too long. For me and you to get it on. Let's get it on baby. I've been waiting much too long. For me and you to get it on.
Shoulder to the wheel. For someone else's selfish gain. Here there is no choosing, working the clay. Wearing their anger like a ball and chain. . Fire in the field underneath your blazing sun.