Tuesday, October 18, 2005

This may be the last of clear blue skies
There may be a storm on the horizon
I can't see it
There may be a hole above my bed
The rain may be fallin' on my head
But I can' t feel it
If there is a shadow I can't see it
If this is my cup I'll learn to drink it
If there is a purpose
You'll reveal it

But for today I found my place
In the sufficiency of grace
In the sufficiency of grace

Some people may say I'm in denial
I just let them talk when all the while
I can't hear it
This trouble can seeem so limitless
This world may be full of bitterness
But I can't taste it

No need to explain my strange behavior
It's only that I have found a Savior
In my lowest place
I found His favor

greg long

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