Drifting and floating through time,
The weight of my shoulders impressed on my mind.
Looking on back to a time,
When I never worried and all I could find was,
The Lord’s always with me,
And his hand always guiding,
And the grace of a son who died for me.
Now I see. It’s plain to see,
That He’s always watching for me,
Always waiting for me to find that,
The Lord’s always with me,
And his hand always guiding,
And the grace of a son who died for me.
Grace and love. Mercy and kindness,
These are the fruits that I seek,
The tree of life that helps me see,
The way that God’s making me meek.
If only I could see,
The way he’s changing me.
And then I may,
May just find that,
The Lord’s always with me,
And his hand always guiding,
And the grace of a son who died for me.
The weight of my shoulders impressed on my mind.
Looking on back to a time,
When I never worried and all I could find was,
The Lord’s always with me,
And his hand always guiding,
And the grace of a son who died for me.
Now I see. It’s plain to see,
That He’s always watching for me,
Always waiting for me to find that,
The Lord’s always with me,
And his hand always guiding,
And the grace of a son who died for me.
Grace and love. Mercy and kindness,
These are the fruits that I seek,
The tree of life that helps me see,
The way that God’s making me meek.
If only I could see,
The way he’s changing me.
And then I may,
May just find that,
The Lord’s always with me,
And his hand always guiding,
And the grace of a son who died for me.
