I remember you. I remember you. I remember you.
When you ran through my room when I was alone,
It was like a strike of lightning. or. maybe like my first breath into this world.
But I remember you.
in the smell of falling rain. In the color of your eye.
The clouds hang low over the city,
And my heart is stirred again.
I’ve forgotten what it feels like to be at home. In you. In the Kingdom.
But, oh, how my heart is stirred again for my first love.
Did you know? Because I didn’t have a clue what this would all be like. How could I have.
When my heart is always full of questions, and the birds will always sing in the morning of their freedom and flight.
in you ive come home. in you ive come home.
I don’t remember who I am. All I can see is who I was. Now lost in gray it’s hard to see your face my King.
But you’re alive! Alive! With the rising of the sun, you’ve come again. In hope.
And live with a quality of joy undeniable and partially inexpressible. … The dead are rising, coming alive and under your glory. Being us home in you… in your vastness.
And love. ..to know the depth of love that the angels sing about for eternity.
So we stand, as the silence between the crashing waves. ..in the peace of that calm —there rests our steadfast hope for you. Abba. …Papa..Father