Three A.M., a baby boy, a new life began I held him in my arms and knew one day he'd be a man And soon I'd have to tell him that this world is not our
It's been such a hard year I don't understand Seems like nothing's gone my way I try to spend time with the ones I love I wish there were more hours in
Holy is the Father who chose to send His Son Perfect is the Savior, the sacrificial One Sacred was the cleansing blood that poured out of His hands And
There's not a word I want to say There's not a song I want to play If it's not for You There's not a step I want to take There's not a morning I want
Deep in the heart of a man There are battles that we fight within ourselves We question the surest of things We keep secrets in our hearts we never tell
