Hot - Sense Cents Sense - Why The Sky Is Blue - We Were On Our Way - Cold Chills Running Down My Back

Hot
Scorching heat
Burns
Makes red feet


Sense cents sense
Home hum home
Does your sense
Make nicely cents?


Why the sky is blue
Has been a question
For generations of
Past and will be
Of the present future


We were on our way
Walking down the street
I hurried on by
I was told you were scary to meet


Cold chills running down my back
You are my savior for the things
I lack
Hot sweat falling down my face
The scent left behind I will trace

In This Dark Room I Learn - I Know My Redeemer Lives - Can You See Me In Your

In this dark room I learn
In this room I hear
In room I see
Learning what I learn
Hearing what I hear
Seeing what I see
I am my mind
I am my expression
I am my rhythm
Minding my mindless mind
Expressing my expressionless face
Rhyming my rhythmic life
I die


I know my Redeemer lives
All the love He gives
Will I be able to repay
See His face at the last day
He died for me
So that I could see
He went through pain
For the Celestial glory I can gain
I know my Redeemer lives


Can you see me in your
Dreams are spoken so
Well I have to go
Can you see me in your
Mind there are cobwebs
Dust them away and tell me
Can you see me in you?