find me here speak to me i want to feel you i need to hear you you are the light that
"Make 'Em Wish That They Were Not"
To the sun of ancient days, oh how you know where you came from. Whisper it to me one day and teach me all your doings. For you know your master, and you abide in his ways. How the grass gives praise and the mountains sing his glories, that is my wish. To worship him in all my days, that is my commandment.
you calm the storms and you give me rest you hold me in your hands you won't let