Teksty: Sara Groves. All Right Here. Maybe There's A Loving God.

I'm trying to work things out.
I'm trying to comprehend.
Am I the chance result.
Of some great accident.
I hear a rhythm call me.
The echo of a grand design.
I spend each night in the backyard.
Staring up at the stars in the sky..
I have another meeting today.
With my new counselor.
My mom will cry and say..
I don't know what to do with her.
She's so unresponsive.
I just cannot break through.
She spends all night in the backyard.
Staring up at the stars and the moon..
They have a chart and a graph.
Of my despondency.
They want to chart a path.
For self-recovery.
And want to know what I'm thinking.
What motivates my mood.
To spend all night in the backyard.
Staring up at the stars and the moon..
Maybe this was made for me.
For lying on my back in the middle of a field.
Maybe that's a selfish thought.
Or maybe there's a loving God..
Maybe I was made this way.
To think and to reason and to question and to pray.
And I have never prayed a lot.
But maybe there's a loving God..
Maybe this was made for me.
For lying on my back in the middle of a field.
Maybe that's a selfish thought.
Or maybe there's a loving God..
Maybe I was mad this way.
To think and to reason and to question and to pray.
And I have never prayed a lot.
But maybe there's a loving God..
And that may be a foolish thought..
Or maybe there is a God.
And I have never prayed a lot.
But maybe there's a loving God..