In the Image
Every place you walk into
Flowers they begin to bloom
When you're in tune with grace and truth
Deep inside you got something real
No one out here could ever steal
It's in your blood and ready to be revealed
When we love, we create
Just like God above
Everyone's been compromised
Everyone's hurt inside
It's faded on this side of paradise
Like the rain falls from the sky
I've seen that look in your eye
It's alright if you want to cry, I don't mind
When we love, we create
Just like God above
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah we are born of love
When we receive from your hand
We begin to understand
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah we are born of love
Writer/s: Jonathan Jackson
