and each night i'd spend prayin' that God would make her mine
and if he'd only grant me this wish i wished back then
i'd never ask for anything again
sometimes l thank God for unanswered prayers
remember when you're talking' to the man upstairs
that just because he doesn't answer
doesn't mean he don't care
some of god's greatest gifts
are unanswered prayers
She wasn't quite the angel that i remembered in my dreams
and i could tell that time had changed me
in her eyes too it seemed
we tried to talk about the old days
there wasn't much we could recall
i guess the lord knows what he's doing' after all
Well we don`t have to agree, everything faith and wrestling with doubts, are kinda of the way things develop.
When the sun shines and feel full of hope...look around like. kinda..
we lost the love
we lost the plot
we lost our way
But the way back to garden . . walking in a relationship with God
is still possible. . .but look...look how far away we come
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