Song | Skip the Rope |
Artist | Half-Handed Cloud |
Album | Halos + Lassos |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Ringhofer | |
You make evil plans | |
And you love every word | |
And that's when I heard | |
Your tongue that could shave my face | |
I left the apartment | |
To find someone more | |
He knocked on the door | |
And stood out on the staircase | |
God will move-in | |
And turn you around | |
You'll wake-up each morning | |
And jump rope | |
You turn the doorknob | |
A mustard seed small | |
Had no chance at all | |
To bloom and to grow in grace | |
From there you make sense of the God that He is | |
And all that is His | |
From all that you feel and display | |
Can we find others to seek after God | |
And to praise and to laud | |
To glorify and to say | |
God, it's Your mercy | |
That carries the day | |
We'll wake-up each morning | |
And jump rope | |
He give His crowns | |
To the ones with no hope | |
It's time to elope | |
To skip the rope and to pray |
zuo qu : Ringhofer | |
You make evil plans | |
And you love every word | |
And that' s when I heard | |
Your tongue that could shave my face | |
I left the apartment | |
To find someone more | |
He knocked on the door | |
And stood out on the staircase | |
God will movein | |
And turn you around | |
You' ll wakeup each morning | |
And jump rope | |
You turn the doorknob | |
A mustard seed small | |
Had no chance at all | |
To bloom and to grow in grace | |
From there you make sense of the God that He is | |
And all that is His | |
From all that you feel and display | |
Can we find others to seek after God | |
And to praise and to laud | |
To glorify and to say | |
God, it' s Your mercy | |
That carries the day | |
We' ll wakeup each morning | |
And jump rope | |
He give His crowns | |
To the ones with no hope | |
It' s time to elope | |
To skip the rope and to pray |
zuò qǔ : Ringhofer | |
You make evil plans | |
And you love every word | |
And that' s when I heard | |
Your tongue that could shave my face | |
I left the apartment | |
To find someone more | |
He knocked on the door | |
And stood out on the staircase | |
God will movein | |
And turn you around | |
You' ll wakeup each morning | |
And jump rope | |
You turn the doorknob | |
A mustard seed small | |
Had no chance at all | |
To bloom and to grow in grace | |
From there you make sense of the God that He is | |
And all that is His | |
From all that you feel and display | |
Can we find others to seek after God | |
And to praise and to laud | |
To glorify and to say | |
God, it' s Your mercy | |
That carries the day | |
We' ll wakeup each morning | |
And jump rope | |
He give His crowns | |
To the ones with no hope | |
It' s time to elope | |
To skip the rope and to pray |