Slow
You've drawn so close that it's hard to see you.
And you speak so softly that it's hard to hear you.
I guess that's what I get for inviting you in.
Because you took me at my word, and now I know that faith
is not a fire as much as it's a glow; a quiet, lovely burning
underneath the snow -- and it's not too much - it's just enough
to get me home.
Love moves slow - love moves slow.
You've grown so dear that it's hard to miss you - and You've come so near that it's hard to feel you. I guess
that's what I get when I let you move, because you take me at my word, and now I know
that faith is not a fire as much
as it's a glow - a steady humble lamp light in the window.
And it's not too much - it's just enough to get me home,
because love moves slow - love moves slow.
I heard that faith moves mountains.
I know it moves my feet
to follow you.
And maybe I'm a mountain, because it's moving me to follow you.
And my faith is not a fire as much as it's a glow,
a little burning ember in my weary soul.
And it's not too much, it's just enough to give me hope.
Because your love moves slow. Yeah, your love moves slow.
So I move slow because you move slow.
Love moves slow.
Let's move slow.