The colors of this world are fading to gray, only you have the power to make that change, the theme of this time is change, but how can there be change unless some things stay the same? If all our life is spent on going somewhere how will we remember where we're from? I know my life was formed in the image of my maker so I will spend it chasing after you. I pray for peace like a river to flood my soul
I pray for peace, peace like a river. flood over me, without the grace, the grace of a Savior, where would I be?