The Wind and the Rain
It's the shadow in the dark
it's the silver in the park
it's the broken, faded bird
you've learned to call your heart
it's not a border that you can see
just as plain as you or me
i can't throw the lock back
and i don't have the key
it hovers in the living room
just above the door
it whistles while it hangs there
feathers dripping from every pore
they show the spectacle of falling
and settle to the floor
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If I could have the world and all it owns
A thousand kingdoms, a thousand thrones
If all the earth were mine to hold
With wealth my only goal
I'd spend my gold on selfish things
Without the love that Your life brings
Just a little bit more is all I'd need
'Til life was torn from me
I'd rather be in the palm of Your hand
Though rich or poor I may be
Faith can see right through the circumstance
Sees the forest in spite of the trees
Your grace provides for me
If I should walk the streets no plac
If I could have the world and all it owns
A thousand kingdoms, a thousand thrones
If all the earth were mine to hold
With wealth my only goal
I'd spend my gold on selfish things
Without the love that Your life brings
Just a little bit more is all I'd need
'Til life was torn from me
I'd rather be in the palm of Your hand
Though rich or poor I may be
Faith can see right through the circumstance
Sees the forest in spite of the trees
Your grace provides for me
If I should walk the streets no plac