Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
Matt Redman
I've filled my time with preparations
Worn the cloak of endless serving
Though this is a part of loving
Something can grow cold
I've wandered through
This life's distractions
Clouding out my soul's attraction
When I take the time to listen
I can hear You call
I need to get the fire back
Lord like the first time
I need to get the fire back
You are my first love
The embers still remain
But Lord I miss the flame
I need to get the fire back
Looking now upon the reason
I am living I am breathing
Holy Father You are showing
All I need to know
I must take the time to listen
Not to know You from a distance
But to find in all Your nearness
You and You alone