I would be your slave Till you rest in your grave Kneel before you Know when to pray It is your heart that starts And winds me up this way Not so inclusive The feeling's exclusive I pull apart the pieces Based on what you say I'd believe in Jesus If you led the way If it would only please us That something redeem us A hand to hold To secure me when I’m old How do I wake? Alone and so cold! Defend my own ears From ever being told Any of the wrong things It’s what you might say! Hope can linger As I live for the day Never do I find you Though I try to be whole If love burns inside I would cherish your soul Give me one chance It’s all that I need I’ll make an impression That you won’t believe
A collection by Patrick Smith