I float in time, and wait for You,
Spinning rhymes, while I do.
Bemused and puzzled at their current state.
Knowing for You they’re never early, never late.
I can’t write anything You haven’t already heard.
Can’t speak anything, not a single word
Can’t go anywhere, You didn’t already go.
I don’t lose a hair, You don’t know.
You go before me, before me. Thank
You Lord.
You go before me, before me. Thank
You Lord.
In my times of unrest…
…remind me You know best,
And go before me, before me. Thank
You Lord.
I can’t start anything, where You don’t know the end
I’m awestruck indeed, that You call me friend.
I can’t feel anything, no matter how deep.
That’s worth, a single tear You weep.
That’s worth, a single tear You weep.
You go before me, before me. Thank You Lord.
You go before me, before me. Thank You Lord.
In my times of unrest…
…remind me You know best,
And go before me, before me. Thank You Lord.
If I knew every word, there is to know,
And could compose, the perfect flow,
They’d be bereft, to tell of Your love for me
So to the simple let it be,
Honest and true. Simple. Three words through, Thank You Lord.
Honest and true. Simple. Three words through, Thank You Lord
Copyright 2010 David D. Vande Velde
