Paroles de To gary and marcus: the sovereignty of god is omnipresent

I could not come this time and stand on my feet. i just thought of you and sank. "i'm tough, i'm tough," i told myself...but i fell apart. thin arms cling lightly to my sunken chest. i hold my breath. your sad eyes droop with hopelessness, and i feel like i'm dying with you. and i hold your toothpick ribcage. and i pray aloud into your ear, "lord what would you have of me? to plead before you for this child? why does faith seem so foreign to me now?" every time i see your beautiful faces in my thoughts, or in something i see, may faith stand firm. let it grow from grace i have received and know that this grace abounds to you so far away.