Monday, February 2, 2009

Unglued

by Michael Tait

Restless and alone
A weary soul has traveled home
What am I to do
In a world without you?

I don't want to believe
I turned around, and you're gone
All the sweet memories
Of loving you for so long

Sometimes it's hard
Most times I cry
But God holds this heart of mine
He feels the pain inside

Broken and undone
You were the one we counted on
You taught us how to say, 'I love you'
Then you showed us how to pray

I don't want to believe
I turned around, and you're gone
All the sweet memories
Of loving you for so long

Sometimes it's hard
Most times I cry
But God knows this heart of mine
He heals the pain I hide

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