I can’t imagine never knowing,
Jesus came for me.
I can’t imagine never knowing,
That He died for me.
Of all the things that we can know,
I think that this is best.
This is the thing I need to know,
And I can live without the rest.
I’m sorry if I never told you,
What He means to me.
I’m sorry if I never told you,
How He set me free.
I can’t imagine never knowing,
Jesus came for me.
I can’t imagine never knowing,
How He loves us perfectly.
~FS
The sun is shining over me,
A dove is singing from the tree,
Got a shih tzu in my lap,
He looks ready for a nap.
I sit with my eyes upon the sky,
Wondering if it’s true, or just a lie,
Can’t know for sure, but I feel hope stirring,
‘Cause I’ve got these tidings, of great things coming.
It smells like a promise on the wind,
Of a land and a life free from sin.
All around us the world is joy,
Losing everything here’s just a ploy,
There ain’t no keeping what’s gone and lost,
Just trusting in the One hanging on the cross.
If you’ve got something better?
Can you show me someone better?
We’re all dying here, and suffering,
But placebos are all they’re offering.
Redeeming the time with a song, and a prayer.
What else can I do but just sing, and then prayer?
While time is this burden I’m carrying,
The sun does its rising and falling.
It smells like a promise on the wind,
Of a land and a life free from sin.
~FS
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