If your love is marred by anger
perhaps it wears a mask
and underneath those hollow eyes
a prisoner is cast
but grief will buy you nothing
and pity a little less
open up the cage you carry and release yourself from this
once we have a promise
twice we have a curse
three times is impossible
and four times even worse
once we have an accident
twice we have a fault
three times is delinquent
and four times is the fall
I will stay here
if you believe
I will remain
if you believe
If time and tide refuse to wait
remind them who they are
each second drained from the hour-glass
is born a distant star
and sorrow is not reaching out
its only lying in your heart
so if you're sailing in unhappy seas
bid the storms depart
but grief will buy you nothing
and pity a little less
open up the cage you carry and release yourself from this
once we have a promise
twice we have a curse
three times is impossible
and four times even worse
once we have an accident
twice we have a fault
three times is delinquent
and four times is the fall
I will stay here
if you believe
I will remain
if you believe
when I sleep I dream in billions of colors...
billions of colors, am I not real?
If time and tide refuse to wait
remind them who they are
each second drained from the hour-glass
is born a distant star
when birds are bent in windy skies
the foolish ones will land
live each moment with a savored taste
look beyond the mind of man
but grief will buy you nothing
and pity a little less
open up the cage you carry and release yourself from thisRich Mullins, Lee Lundgren, and Nicole Lundgren
Psalm 139:7-10, Acts 17:26-27, Ephesians 3:17-19
O Eli
There's a sanctity in your innocence
A certain beauty and no uncertain strength
That brings me to the faith
I don't know if I
If I am climbing to or falling in
But it comes like grace from your tiny hands
When I hold you in mine
And I pray that the eyes
Of your heart
Shine bright
With the hope to which you're called
And may you know with all the saints
The height, the depth, the width, and the length
Of the love of God
O Eli
There's a joy in your sweet abandon
Like the cowgirl ballerina
Leaves that ride
The wild and holy bucking wind that the sky
Sent through you to blow away these walls I've built
That leave me free to be a child
And I pray that the eyes
Of your heart
Shine bright
With the hope to which you're called
And may you know with all the saints
The height, the depth, the width, and the length
Of the love of God
O Eli
There's a joy in your sweet abandon
Like the cowgirl ballerina
Leaves that ride
The wild and holy bucking wind that the sky