An angel saw a sinner
one day not long ago...
Spoken language is primitive.
It's my communication's derivative...
Hope is the anchor that holds us steadfast
Resting from the turbulence of our past...
There is a poor girl
sitting in the street...
When I think of you, you call.
When you call, my heart jumps...
Dont cry for me,
dont shead a tear...
War, famine, greed and hunger,
Oh Lord, what is the matter...
I see you looking at me
from the sky so blue...
I am ashamed of myself and i need help.
i denied God for the longest time...
In the midst of wonderment
I hold fast to you...
Jesus knew
The answer to my prayers...
If this ol' earth could talk.
What do you think it would say...