So many words to say, but I'm opting for silence
|
So many days to live
|
I thinking I'm sitting this one out
|
Cause something I've been chasing finally stopped to let me catch it
|
Something I've been longing for and dreaming of. . . .
|
|
It's a whisper in my ear
|
It's a shiver up my spine
|
It's the gratitude I feel for all that's right
|
It's a mystery appeal that's been granted me tonight
|
This peace
|
|
It's something so elusive
|
Something close but far away
|
It's the home that I can't live in yet somewhere in outer space
|
And sometimes I barely miss it when I walk into the room
|
The curtains are still swaying and I feel the air move
|
|
And it whispers in my ear and it shivers up my spine
|
It's the gratitude I feel for all that's right
|
It's a mystery appeal that's been granted me tonight
|
This peace
|
|
No time to grab a camera
|
No time to write it down
|
Just time enough to breathe it in
|
And linger . . . . . . .
|
|
It's a whisper in my ear
|
It's a shiver up my spine
|
It's the gratitude I feel for all that's right
|
It's a mystery appeal that's been granted me tonight
|
This peace
|
This peace
|
|
-----------------
|
This Peace
|
| Sara Groves |
