Young

There was a time When I was young When I would sing A new song Every day To Jesus I would sing of his Love I would sing of the grace That had set my soul free For every beauty, all the stars, every flower, and tree, Around me He Created it all just For me. I would dance in the rain As it fell upon me I would think of his blood That was shed On Calvary's tree As it washed me And covered my sins all away As I raised up my hands And my voice In worship and praise Along the ocean I would sit I would watch the waves crash to the shore I would watch how the birds in the sky they would sore In the morning I would wait I would watch the sun rise Into colors that did nothing But fill up the sky In the evening i would pray As the sun would come down As the colors turned to black Then the stars came around As they glowed I would think Of the glory Of God And how Much he Must love me To give me his Son There was a time When I was young When I would sing A new song Every day To Jesus I would sing of his Love I would sing of the grace That had set my soul free For every beauty, all the stars, every flower, and tree, Around me He Created it all just For me