Lyrics:
Steven Curtis Chapman

I hear you say your heart is aching You've got trouble in the making And you ask if I'll be praying for you, please And in keeping with convention I'

Sometimes His eyes were gentle And filled with laughter And sometimes they cried Sometimes there was a fire Of holy anger, in Jesus? eyes But the eyes

Aren't you the little one That hid in my arms afraid of the thunder? Are these the little hands That held so tight to mine? Didn't we both agree you'

Angels from the realms of glory, Wing your flight o'er all the earth; Ye who sang creation's story Now proclaim Messiah's birth Shepherds, in the field

We've got CD's, tapes And videos, radios and TV shows Conferences, retreats And seminars We've got books and magazines To read on everything from A to

You smiled, you made the sun rise To light up the very first day You breathed across the water And started the very first wave It was You, You introduced

11-6-64, the sun shone a whole lot brighter Than ever it had before, smiling down on me At 1:09 p.m. both hands of time stopped turning And you came waltzing

There's a teacher in a school room Somewhere on the edge of town Telling innocent little children what we used to be They look and listen without a question

I didn't come lookin' for trouble And I don't want to fight needlessly But I'm not gonna hide in a bubble If trouble comes for me I can feel my heart