new shoes in the closet, box on the floor
dress is laid out nicely on the bed
a song is singing slowly
across the street and through my door
and turning over memories in my head
nothing feels new today
I’m just trying to catch the words
before they float away
they’re singing
great is thy faithfulness
great is thy faithfulness
great is thy faithfulness
morning by morning
morning by morning
morning by morning
walking up the church steps
I stop to look around
people seem to stare just like they know
I’m wondering what Jesus
thinks about me now
still carrying a shame I can’t let go
nothing feels new today
I’m just trying to catch the words
before they float away
they’re singing
mercy sounds so holy
for people who are wise
and tears are falling softly on my dress
I feel like an impostor
wearing someone else’s prize
and my heart’s about to beat out of my chest
nothing feels new today
I’m just trying to catch the words
before they float away
don’t float away, keep singing
new mercies I see
could you sing some mercies over me?
