Harp in My Heart
There's a harp in my heart and only You can play it
There's a song in my broken soul and only You can sing it
You're so unpredictable, just like the rhythm, the rhythm of weeping And my life is still so upsidedown
But You keep on coming, coming around
You keep on loving, I still let You down
There's a harp in my heart and only You can play it There's a song in my broken soul and only You can sing it I hear those curfew bells are ringing
But I just can't stop my singing
I've got to tell just one more person
"Hey, never give up, keep on dreaming
Quieter than rain, He knows all your pain"
There's a cry I have had that I could love my brother Not to look at their race, their religion or their color You love those presbytarians
You love the gays and the lesbians
You love the buddhists and the prostitute
You're not like us, 'cause we always change You see through our sin and You love us anyway
Yes, I wish You would put the words in my mouth To tell the world what You're really like
Not some dead god who lives in some building But a Father of kindness, the Son of forgiveness A Spirit who helps me, yeah, that's who You are
There's a song in my broken soul and only You can sing it
You're so unpredictable, just like the rhythm, the rhythm of weeping And my life is still so upsidedown
But You keep on coming, coming around
You keep on loving, I still let You down
There's a harp in my heart and only You can play it There's a song in my broken soul and only You can sing it I hear those curfew bells are ringing
But I just can't stop my singing
I've got to tell just one more person
"Hey, never give up, keep on dreaming
Quieter than rain, He knows all your pain"
There's a cry I have had that I could love my brother Not to look at their race, their religion or their color You love those presbytarians
You love the gays and the lesbians
You love the buddhists and the prostitute
You're not like us, 'cause we always change You see through our sin and You love us anyway
Yes, I wish You would put the words in my mouth To tell the world what You're really like
Not some dead god who lives in some building But a Father of kindness, the Son of forgiveness A Spirit who helps me, yeah, that's who You are
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Writer(s): Kevin Prosch
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