Tim Be Told
Tim Be Told
Tim Be Told
Tim Be Told
Tim Be Told
Tim Be Told
Tim Be Told
Tim Be Told
Tim Be Told
Tim Be Told
Tim Be Told
Clinging to the earth, hanging by a thread
Naked from my birth, nothing when I'm dead
Cut me down, I'm almost ready to fall into Your grace
I'm a mess, but You'll be steady if I land on my face
Compose me like a symphony, I will be Yours
Silence breaks me in, broken for so long
If I never sing again, my soul will be my song
Write me down into this story in pages of Your love
If I fail You suffered for me; This hope will be enough
Compose me like a symphony, I will be Yours
I feel it lift me up
This could be beautiful
I feel You lift me up
Compose me like a symphony, I will be Yours