Windows

Every page that holds the beauty of Your breath
Stories that collide into the very lives we live
We’re living proof, of Your redeeming work

May Your words become
The heartbeat of our lives
All hope be found through the windows
That lead us to Your heart

Could we with ink the ocean fill
And were the sky of parchment made
Were every stalk on earth a quill
And every man a scribe by trade
To write the Love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry
Nor could the scroll contain the whole
Though stretched from sky… to sky

In every life a storm will come
And strife will walk our way
Yet we will trust You even then
And Use our breath to write Your love

So we are Yours to use
To write the stories of Your grace
The window to Your heart
The writings of Your love