Out of the dust We're now rising up and we say Oh Lord we're calling You Show Yourself strong Our unending source You provided before Oh Lord we're
Tried to write you a love song In the middle of the night Everything rhymed, but it didn't feel quite right Anway, that's all we need Is another modern
You. Me. The bark of the tree. Eating of the grass. Easy to spit out. Not the first. The bite it hurts. We're old enough to say that we're old enough
The stare that cuts through me Burning a hole in me Giving the answers I've been looking for Your new found love For kicking me when I'm down Has given