Comfort And Truth
Oh, my God, is this real?
Is this how Your love is supposed to feel?
All our plans all for naught.
When we say Your hand is on every one.
I do.
So I stray from the light.
Cause Your plans never look a thing like mine.
Are we damned, every one?
Will Your hand ever come to take me home?
To you.
Take me home.
Perfect plan, can it be?
I am tired of fighting to be free.