Chapel
I couldn't see the sea view
We were lost in our shoes
Walls breaking down before you
Fear of the sight reminds you
Now that I know
That I never seemed to show
Fear that I slowed down
And if I am Your child
Then why should the slightest
Of fear overcome my line of sight?
I'll be more inclined
To you
Brave me that I'll begin to
Stand up above in your shoes
Doors open up before you
Fearless enough to thank you
Now that I know
That I never seemed to slow
Down
And if I am your child
Then why should the slightest
Of fear overcome my line of sight?
I'll be more inclined
To you
And if I am your child
Then why should the slightest
Of fear overcome my line of sight?
I'll be more inclined
To you
Writer/s: MATTHEW MOLE