Windows

Every page that holds the beauty of Your breath Stories that collide into the very lives we live We're living proof, Of Your redeeming work May Your words become The heartbeat of our lives All hope be found through the windows That lead us to Your heart Could we with ink the ocean fill And were the sky of parchment made Were every stalk on earth a quill And every man a scribe by trade To write the Love of God above Would drain the ocean dry Nor could the scroll contain the whole Though stretched from sky... to sky In every life a storm will come And strife will walk our way Yet we will trust You even then And Use our breath to write Your love So we are Yours to use To write the stories of Your grace The window to Your heart The writings of Your love