When all the songs are over
and all the words been said
The sun grows dim across the sky
and the world prepares for bed
I often can take a moment now
to view the sky above
and whisper God a simple prayer
to thank him for your love.
The sun grows dim across the sky
and the world prepares for bed
I often can take a moment now
to view the sky above
and whisper God a simple prayer
to thank him for your love.