Sunday, I’ll tell her
Fast me the moments of fast beating hearts full of spirits and wine so I can recover the truth we’ve buried in youth and warm the cold parts of the night
Open my muddled mind to see You, a love worth something like a life-
Jesus fill these dank lungs with crisp clean air
so I can breathe I’m not sure I can stomach much more of our want and our greed
so I can breathe I’m not sure I can stomach much more of our want and our greed
In such a condition we give
no thought if we’ll bleed
no thought to stop us
no thought to heed
Jesus she’s a daughter who is not ready to be a mother Jesus
will you give me a chance
on Sunday I’ll tell her
oh someday I’ll tell her
Someone will tell her
somehow she’ll hear
Commitment turned to question and courage turned to fear
Boldness is required
Oh truth-teller
how will they hear
A love like a life is offered here-
Want further inspiration- check out my Pinterest Board- “In this life (be)” http://www.pinterest.com/charityrattray/in-this-life-be/
