This night proves to be glories,
The wind blows through and
The sky is surrounded with stars.
We could’ve talked for hours,
We hinted of the joy in our hearts,
Laughing and carrying onward.
Oh precious son of yours,
Won’t you come this time?
Let your trumpet sound.
It’s all quiet in this town,
We lay still on the soft grass,
Counting all of the stars by their names,
But you are the one that named them all.
I wish I could see all of your wonders,
Though we took another look,
But we had lost everything we had worked hard for,
Years went by staring off into the sky,
But it was just never the same.
Won’t you pave the way?
And shine your light,
Make this hold on us to be the truth,
That we are saved by you.
The wind blows through and
The sky is surrounded with stars.
We could’ve talked for hours,
We hinted of the joy in our hearts,
Laughing and carrying onward.
Oh precious son of yours,
Won’t you come this time?
Let your trumpet sound.
It’s all quiet in this town,
We lay still on the soft grass,
Counting all of the stars by their names,
But you are the one that named them all.
I wish I could see all of your wonders,
Though we took another look,
But we had lost everything we had worked hard for,
Years went by staring off into the sky,
But it was just never the same.
Won’t you pave the way?
And shine your light,
Make this hold on us to be the truth,
That we are saved by you.
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