Homecoming by Lynne
I see you as lovely as none compare.
I see you as dancing although you cannot stand Briannas Song by LaRue
I remember myself at the formal last year.
Awkward, dancing but not feeling comfortable,
speaking to everyone a bit but not knowing what to say.
Dress twisting, hair frizzing, mascara smearing, feet awkward in heels.
Dancing although you cannot stand.
That was me, dancing although I could not stand in my shoes,
tripping on the gauzy fabric adorning the ballroom
But how did God see me?
How does He see me now?
Lovely as none compare.
I remember talking intently with my friend William once,
at one of the high tables in the library, and
telling him about my recent destructive behavior.
He took me by surprise by twice looking deeply in my eyes
and saying, You are beautiful.
The words were so shocking to me;
I had to catch my breath for a moment
and try to absorb them.
Im sitting in the chapel at Valpo,
bathed in the gentle evening light trickling through the stained glass.
Im praying.
The Voice says, I love you. I love you so much I sent My Son to die for you.
I panic and leave the chapel in the middle of the service,
the words of the song echoing still in my head.
I come into my church this morning,
And the greeter says, You look like Spring! smiling at my pretty flowered sundress.
I sit quietly in my seat and the words of the music wash over me like a flood.
Jesus, Lover of my Soul. Jesus, I will never let you go
Im home.
I see you as lovely as none compare.
I see you as dancing although you cannot stand Briannas Song by LaRue
I remember myself at the formal last year.
Awkward, dancing but not feeling comfortable,
speaking to everyone a bit but not knowing what to say.
Dress twisting, hair frizzing, mascara smearing, feet awkward in heels.
Dancing although you cannot stand.
That was me, dancing although I could not stand in my shoes,
tripping on the gauzy fabric adorning the ballroom
But how did God see me?
How does He see me now?
Lovely as none compare.
I remember talking intently with my friend William once,
at one of the high tables in the library, and
telling him about my recent destructive behavior.
He took me by surprise by twice looking deeply in my eyes
and saying, You are beautiful.
The words were so shocking to me;
I had to catch my breath for a moment
and try to absorb them.
Im sitting in the chapel at Valpo,
bathed in the gentle evening light trickling through the stained glass.
Im praying.
The Voice says, I love you. I love you so much I sent My Son to die for you.
I panic and leave the chapel in the middle of the service,
the words of the song echoing still in my head.
I come into my church this morning,
And the greeter says, You look like Spring! smiling at my pretty flowered sundress.
I sit quietly in my seat and the words of the music wash over me like a flood.
Jesus, Lover of my Soul. Jesus, I will never let you go
Im home.
