Here we are together. I never would have guessed it. Baby, there's a reason. And baby, there's a message. . 'Cause we've all seen the glories. And we've all heard love stories.
Pardon my dust, excuse the mess. we're making somethin' new out of all of this. I'm saying my prayers, and I'm trying to change. so give me some time, 'cause I'm still finding my way.
Here I am on the other side of the radio. Wondering why I'm here and why anybody cares what I say. No, I'm not a better man 'cause I'm singing my songs on the radio.
Run the earth and watch the sky. . Summer warm and lazy. Lemon sun and hazy, remember?. Popsicle red on my chin. Bikes and plastic army men and no sign of September.
Sweetest days of childhood, playing in the deep woods. Stomping through the creek and feeling, oh, so much alive. We're camping in the forest, we join the cricket chorus.
Becky has a house on abundant life Boulevard. A good name, a good family, and butterflies in her yard. Becky loves Jesus and really wants to make Him proud.
Prayers went on but it never came down. Prayers went on but it never came down. Prayers went on but it never came down. . Prayers went on but it never came down.
He rode His wagon into town. A gaudy spectacle. And every gray November brought Him there. Always entertaining, prestidigitating. Pulling rabbits from thin air.
Hear a newborn baby cry. Hear the farmers pray for rain. One more soldier gives his life. A homeless man begs for change. But change won't come easily.
Every day is a journal page. Every man holds a quill and ink. And there's plenty of room for writing in. All we do is believe and think. . So will you compose a curse.
Love, how did I find you?. Was I even breathing before I knew your name?. Who could ever have planned this?. Arranged the whole planet to all turn out this way?.
So go ahead and ask her. For happy ever after. 'Cause nobody knows what's coming. So why not take a chance on loving?. . Come on, pour the glass and tempt me.
I've come to my senses. How did I get so far from home. The lies dissipating. Revealing I'm so alone. . And I remember now how strong love can be. And I wonder how did I ever leave.
Here come those eyes. There goes my ability to breathe. Those legs are walking her to me. . Well, tell me I ain't dreaming. . Here comes that smile. I can't even move, can't even blink.
A purple sky to close the day. I wade the surf where dolphins play. The taste of salt, the dance of waves. And my soul wells up with hallelujahs. . A lightning flash, my pounding heart.
There is a candle in every soul. Some brightly burning, some dark and cold. And there is a spirit who brings a fire. Ignites a candle and makes his home.
Lazy summer afternoon. Screened-in porch and nothin' to do. I just kicked off my tennis shoes. . Slouchin' in a plastic chair. Rakin' my fingers through my hair.
You think I'd have it down by now. Been practicin' for thirty years. I should have walked a thousand miles. So what am I still doin' here, yeah. Reachin' out for that same old piece of forbidden fruit.
Circle up, circle up around the throne. Old and young, saints of every history. Great and small angels are and seraphim. Grab a hand, twirl a dance, circle up and worship Him.
I was thinkin' the other day. "What if cartoons got saved?. They'd start singing praise. In a whole new way". . Yeah, I was thinkin' the other day. "What if cartoons got saved?.