Those tears that have hardened our hearts of flesh and stone
were fears in the garden that He prayed about all alone.
Praying Father send your angels though not on their own
but those that sing music and write of your love in a poem
for you and for me.
Perhaps all of them together can break down the walls
that surround hearts without a beat in their silent halls
They don't have to shed their blood for I soon will
for each and every one of them in weather so unstill
for you and for me.
The lightening struck and thunder boomed in our Savior's life
as evil winds blew and their rains poured on His darkest night
The devil tells a frightening story that the Lord doesn't care
but he entered in the garden while Jesus was praying there
for you and for me.
God's word that's being written on our hearts of fleshly stone
were tears in Heaven that He wept though not alone.
Saying Son I'll send my angels though not on their own
but those that sing music and write of your love in a poem
for you and for me.
All of them together have broken down many a wall
that surround hearts without a beat in a still and silent hall
They don't have to shed their blood for I already have
for each and every one of them in weather good or bad
for you and for me.
Though the lightening strikes and thunder booms in our lives
while evil winds blow and their rains pour on our darkest nights
The devil tells a frightening story that the Lord doesn't care
but he entered in the garden while Jesus was praying there
for you and for me.
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