Sunday, September 13, 2009

cliché

So cliché
But it should have been me
No reason on earth otherwise
Praise the Lord
For my sin on that tree
The love that the Lamb still supplies

do you trust Me?

Do you trust Me?
Do you trust Me?
Your striving heart betrays your lips
Do you trust Me?
Do you trust that
Your days are shaped by My fingertips?
Do you trust Me?
Do you trust Me?
Enough to just let go and see
That when you trust Me
When you trust Me
You're lost in love and you're set free
So will you trust Me?
Will you trust Me?
I'll do all I said I would
For when you trust Me
You show you love Me
And I work all things for your good