these ordinary days
my anthem.
//
not much for conversation
i still find need to pray
sometimes i get tired of walking
through these ordinary days
//
if nothing else i get to see You
even if we never speak
the harm of words is sometimes we don’t
quite know what they really mean
//
i don’t know where
i don’t know how
i don’t know why
but Your love can make these things better
//
let me lay down in this field
and stare up at the sky
i hope the days and clouds turn into something
as they pass us by
//
and maybe You could settle
for a skyline faded blue
i hope that You might settle
for this love i have for You
//
i don’t know where
i don’t know how
i don’t know why
but Your love can make these things better
Your love can make these things better
//
{ These Ordinary Days | Jars Of Clay }
