Song | Future / Past |
Artist | John Mark McMillan |
Album | Borderland |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
You hold the reins on the sun and the moon | |
Like horses driven by kings | |
You cover the mountains, the valleys below | |
With the breadth of your mighty wings | |
All treasures of wisdom and things to be known | |
Are hidden inside your hand | |
And in this fortunate turn of events | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
And you, | |
You are my first | |
You are my last | |
You are my future and my past | |
The constellations are swimming inside | |
The breadth of your desire | |
Where could I run, where could I hide | |
from your heart’s jealous fire | |
All treasures of wisdom and things to be known | |
Are hidden inside your hand | |
And in this fortunate turn of events | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
And you, | |
You are my first | |
You are my last | |
You are my future and my past | |
You are the beginning and the end |
You hold the reins on the sun and the moon | |
Like horses driven by kings | |
You cover the mountains, the valleys below | |
With the breadth of your mighty wings | |
All treasures of wisdom and things to be known | |
Are hidden inside your hand | |
And in this fortunate turn of events | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
And you, | |
You are my first | |
You are my last | |
You are my future and my past | |
The constellations are swimming inside | |
The breadth of your desire | |
Where could I run, where could I hide | |
from your heart' s jealous fire | |
All treasures of wisdom and things to be known | |
Are hidden inside your hand | |
And in this fortunate turn of events | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
And you, | |
You are my first | |
You are my last | |
You are my future and my past | |
You are the beginning and the end |
You hold the reins on the sun and the moon | |
Like horses driven by kings | |
You cover the mountains, the valleys below | |
With the breadth of your mighty wings | |
All treasures of wisdom and things to be known | |
Are hidden inside your hand | |
And in this fortunate turn of events | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
And you, | |
You are my first | |
You are my last | |
You are my future and my past | |
The constellations are swimming inside | |
The breadth of your desire | |
Where could I run, where could I hide | |
from your heart' s jealous fire | |
All treasures of wisdom and things to be known | |
Are hidden inside your hand | |
And in this fortunate turn of events | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
You ask me to be your friend | |
And you, | |
You are my first | |
You are my last | |
You are my future and my past | |
You are the beginning and the end |