Welcome to Our World. Performed by Michael W. Smith. . Tears are falling, hearts are breaking. How we need to hear from God. You've been promised, we've been waiting.
There is a candle in every soul. Some brightly burning, some dark and cold. There is a Spirit who brings a fire. Ignites a candle and makes His home. .
Tears are falling, hearts are breaking. How we need to hear from God. You've been promised, we've been waiting. Welcome Holy Child. Welcome Holy Child.
Lyrics: Klaus Meine. Music: Rudolf Schenker. Don't hear the neighbour scream. he thinks my house is burning. well, life is good to me. this Sunday morning.
So called reality right there on my TV. If that's how life's supposed to be. Well, somebody's lyin'. The camera's on and we can tell. To keep your fame you have to yell.
On the surface not a ripple. Undercurrent wages war. Quiet in the sanctuary. Sin is crouching at my door. . How can I be so prone to wander. So prone to leave You.
You're all smiles and silly conversations. As if this sunny day came just for you. You twist your hair, your smile and you turn your eyes away. Come on, tell me what's right with you.
Leave it alone, don't analyze. 'Cause love can be your lullaby. But love can be your hurricane too. And love can take your breath away. But love can leave you lonely and blue.
Tears are falling. Hearts are breaking. How we need to hear from God. You've been promised. We've been waiting. Welcome, Holy Child. Welcome, Holy Child.
Weak and wounded sinner. Lost and left to die. O, raise your head for love is passing by. . Come to Jesus. Come to Jesus. Come to Jesus and live. . Now your burden's lifted.
I'm so thirsty, I can feel it. Burning through the furthest corners of my soul. Deep desire, I can't describe this. Nameless urge that drives me somewhere.
What am I gonna be when I grow up?. How am I gonna make my mark in history?. And what are they gonna write about me when I'm gone?. These are the questions that shape the way I think about what matters.
Saw an old guy today. Staring long at a chess game. Looked like it was half-played. Then his tear splashed. Between the bishop and the king, oh. . He turned his face to mine.
He shares a room outside with a dozen other guys. And the only roof He knows is that sometimes starry sky. A tattered sleeping bag on a concrete slab is His bed.
Start with an infant world and an open sky. On a perfect day, breath from the mouth of God. Sends a quiver through His design of clay. And it is good, and it is good.
Found her starin' at the rain. And askin' "Why it has to hurt so bad?". Where's the limit to the pain her heart can take. Before it breaks in half. . I wanted to be strong enough to hold her.
The first thought through my sleepy head. When I fell outta my bed is I hope the sky is gray. I'm gonna write a sad song today. So I make up my mind, slip on my shoes.
City sidewalk, bright Saturday morning. Beggar with a halo shuffles up to me. He asks me for a coin, and mumbles. "Thank you, and God bless you". . Good deeds and halos, not sure what I believe.
How far are You? How close am I?. I know Your words are true and I don't feel them inside. Still I believe You'll never leave. So where are You now?. .
Standing on the edge of the dock. With the wind in our faces. Been watchin the waves roll in. And it feels like were sailing. . Now Russell chimes in.