All I have in this world is fire from above
All
When you're weary feeling small
When tears are in your eyes
I will run and not be weak
Hope has come, renewed
Fly to the moon
Well, you could do it if you
Let the tempest and the flood
Shake your soul and spill
Healing rain is coming down
It's coming nearer to this old
There's a place where I can go
Where the Angels hear
God, for the life of me
I don't know why
We hurt
I am not passers by
I am not a white lie
An'
You painted me a picture of tomorrow
A place where you
A silent call from a distant land
Crying for a helping
This is a song i learned at my school and
Words & Music: Deborah D. Smith and Michael W. Smith
Let
Oh listen when I say
What does it profit a man
I was throwin' away what I needed most
It was the
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