Emma Azelborn

on every sunday morning

I would stand and I would sing

refrain:

I would raise my hand and petition the light

till I ran right out of breath

wrapped in His love you raised me

oh how I tried to believe

I don’t wanna lie to you

but would your eyes alight if you knew

is there something I could do

so if I told you it would be true

if our kindness was a spark

we all held beside our heart