ANSWER
I will be the answer?
At the end of the line.
I will be there for you.
While you take the time.
At the end of the line.
I will be there for you.
While you take the time.
In the burning of uncertainty.
I will be your solid ground.
And I will hold the balance.
If you can't look down.
I will be your solid ground.
And I will hold the balance.
If you can't look down.
If it takes my whole life.
I won't break, I won't bend.
It'll all be worth it.
Worth it in the end.
I won't break, I won't bend.
It'll all be worth it.
Worth it in the end.
'Cause I can only tell you what I
know.
That I need you in my life.
And when the stars have all gone out,
You'll still be, burning soooo bright.
That I need you in my life.
And when the stars have all gone out,
You'll still be, burning soooo bright.
Cast me gently, into morning.
For the night has been unkind.
Take me to a, place so Holy.
That I can wash this from my mind…
Memory, of choosing not to fight.
For the night has been unkind.
Take me to a, place so Holy.
That I can wash this from my mind…
Memory, of choosing not to fight.
If it takes my whole life.
I won't break, I won't bend.
It will all be worth it.
Worth it in the end…
I won't break, I won't bend.
It will all be worth it.
Worth it in the end…
'Cause I can only tell you what I
know.
That I need you in my life.
And when the stars have all burned out.
You'll still be burning so bright…
That I need you in my life.
And when the stars have all burned out.
You'll still be burning so bright…
Cast me gently, into morning.
For the night has been unkind…
For the night has been unkind…
Songwriter and Singer
MCLACHLAN, SARAH ANN
MCLACHLAN, SARAH ANN
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Photos by Sir Richard.
GOD’S PAINT BRUSH
A touch of His mighty hand.
So gentle He moves throughout the land.
A gentle breeze, a gentle breath.
Painting each branch, only sleeping,
GOD’S PAINT BRUSH
A touch of His mighty hand.
So gentle He moves throughout the land.
A gentle breeze, a gentle breath.
Painting each branch, only sleeping,
only sleeping not
death.
Waiting for the earth to awaken.
It is by His design.
Painting the branches, the beauty of winter time.
Written by Richard Abbenbroek...
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.ca/
Waiting for the earth to awaken.
It is by His design.
Painting the branches, the beauty of winter time.
Written by Richard Abbenbroek...
http://bayo-hunter.blogspot.ca/
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