The Holy Spirit
As I look to the stars I question the sky
Why were we created and I wonder just why
We must have a purpose one that can be hard to find
Everybodys is different so I'm just searching for mine
I can sense that he's listening so I know that he's there
And he allowed my existence so I know he must care
Sometimes when life is hard we are to quick to point...
Why were we created and I wonder just why
We must have a purpose one that can be hard to find
Everybodys is different so I'm just searching for mine
I can sense that he's listening so I know that he's there
And he allowed my existence so I know he must care
Sometimes when life is hard we are to quick to point...