Father, hear my prayer I need the perfect words Words that he will hear And know they're straight from You I don't know what to say I only know it hurts To see my only friend slowly fade away
So maybe this time I'll speak the words of life With Your fire in my eyes But that old familiar fear is tearin' at my words What am I so afraid of?' Cause here I go again Talkin' 'bout the rain And mullin' over things that won't live past today And as I dance around the truth Time is not his friend This might be my last chance to tell him that You love Him
'But if serving the Lord seems undesirable to you, then choose for yourselves this day whom you will surve, whether the gods your forefathers served beyond the river, or the gods of the Amorites, in whose land you are living.But as for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.'Joshua 24:15 - CrossRoads
