we are sinking just like stones
to the shadow of your kindness
between the wingspan of your face
is the only place where we can lay these burdens down
So I lift my eyes up to the hills
who is gonna help me now?
way you love, it is the only way to live
when you look at me that way
staring like a deer into the headlights of your praises
So I lift my eyes up to the hills
who is gonna help me now?
And you come like the sun
with pockets full of redemption
And you come with the sun, with sun
And you come like the sun
with pockets full of redemption
And you come with the sun, with sun
With the sun, with the sun
With the sun, with the sun
With the sun, with the sun More from John Mark McMillan