As I¡¯m building up this house
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I wonder what of it will stay
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It seems You just take things away
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And I¡¯ll admit I shouldn¡¯t say these things
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But I have got to hear from You somehow
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Does this have a point to it?
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God, I wish I could hear You
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You said You¡¯d help me through this
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I wish You didn¡¯t have to
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Why did You take this away? I wanted it
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Show me that there is no need to be afraid
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Can I move on now that it¡¯s gone?
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As I travel down this road
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I wonder if I should turn home
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All this time I¡¯ve felt alone
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My head in my hands
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Where were You when I was in need?
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And I look back to find You chasing me
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Sometimes I try and I miss the point of it
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It¡¯s about time we die¡¦we¡¯re not down here for us
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As You¡¯re tearing down this house
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There is only one thing I can say
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I¡¯m so glad You take away
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And I¡¯ll admit things worked out for the good
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And it¡¯s about time I understood
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Time I Understood
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