You make evil plans And you love every word And that's when I heard Your tongue that could shave my face
I left the apartment To find someone more He knocked on the door And stood out on the staircase
God will move-in And turn you around You'll wake-up each morning And jump rope
You turn the doorknob A mustard seed small Had no chance at all To bloom and to grow in grace
From there you make sense of the God that He is And all that is His From all that you feel and display
Can we find others to seek after God And to praise and to laud To glorify and to say God, it's Your mercy That carries the day We'll wake-up each morning And jump ropeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.