Your Eyes
Your in this moment
In eternity you stood
With a vagrant
Just wandering for food
My heart can beat for nothing less then you
The bread of life broken to see me through
Your hope holds on
In the blackest of nights
When the darkness tries to hide
It must give way to the light
When I cant see
In your majesty I hide
Until my thought are fixed on you
And all I see are your eyes
Your in this moment
Im holding onto truth
Hear my vespers lord
That morn might bring me good
Eternity can make a man a fool
By your grace your word restores a man to truth
Autor(es): Josiah Strys