| Like A Child Dear God, surround me as I speak, The bridges that I walk across are weak, The frustrations fill the void that I can't solely bear. Dear God, don't let me fall apart, You held me close to You, But I have turned away in search for answers I can't understand. They say that I can move the mountains, And send them crashing to the sea, They say that I can walk on water, If I would follow and believe with faith like a child. Sometimes when I feel miles away, And my eyes can't see Your face, Well I wonder if I've grown to lose the recklessness I've walked in light of You. chorus They say that love can heal the broken, They say that hope can make you see, They say that faith can find a Savior, If you would follow and believe with faith like a child. Art In Me Images on the sidewal speak of deams descent, Washed away by storms to graves of cynical lament. Dirty canvases to call my own, Protest lyrics carved by the old payphone. And in your picture book I'm trying hard to see, Turning endless pages of this tradgedy, Sculpting every move you compose a symphony, And you plead to everyone, "see the art in me". Broken stained-glass windows, the fragments ramble on, Tales of broken souls, an eternity's been won. Critics scorn the thoughts and works of mortal man, My eyes are drawn to you in awe once again. He Don't try to reach me, I'm already dead, The pain when it grips me for the things that I've done. Well I try to make you proud, but for crying out loud, Just give me a chance to hide away. Exhaustion takes over, will this someday be over? Fearful tears are running down, The pain you've laid don't speak a sound. You take my heart away from me and they think I fell down, again. Daddy don't ya love me? Then why do you hit me? Momma don't you love me? Then why do you hurt me? Well I try to make you proud, but for crying out loud, Just give me a chance to hide away. Exhaustion takes over, will this someday be over? chorus A tear drop falls from up in the heavens, Drowning the sorrow of angels on high. For the least of the helpless, the hopeless, the loveless, My Jesus, His children, He holds in His eyes. |