There is something I find precious
That I hold dear
A wish I had before God changed me from who I was
In the beginning the thoughts of Jesus were awed
A reverant look at the God who saves
He is all encompassing, sovereign
Yet who am I to spurn it for sorrow
I know there is a time for everything under the sun
A time to laugh
A time to cry
A time to just live
Yet I in selfish want
Want to run that all things would leave me be
That my thoughts would be not of any perceived need
That they die and let me sleep
Why do they run through my mind
Why do they push me to go and find
and at the end may they seek the Christ
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