Waves goodbye fading through my mirror,
As I slowly turn the corner to a place so far from home,
A place that through the years has become familiar,
A place I feel so desperately alone.
And I hold on to the grace that guides me through,
Living without the gift of you.
The watching is so distant as you’re growing,
Like peering through a broken window at the life that moves inside,
Behind the shattered shards the images blur and bend,
And broken windows are impossible to mend,
I hold on to the love the keeps me from running too,
Living with the gift of you.
Chorus:
Every time I see the band-aids that I could not apply,
Or the trace of distant teardrops that I wasn’t there to dry,
I feel the loss of living apart,
Blunt arrows driven through my heart,
With one hand I bind it close to keep from bursting in two,
And with one hand I clutch the gift of you.
Bridge:
Redeeming the time,
Fleeting and illusive
Searching for the message,
In the truth I sometimes see,
That I would live a life that’s worthy,
To show you the heart of Jesus,
And capture every moment,
Let His love flow in me.
Looking back on upon building blocks of your youth,
Failures and disappointments linger still,
And the answers to my prayers so long ago,
Longing for you to truly know,
That I would not trade a day if all my days I could undo,
If I had to live that day without the gift of you.
Herb Williams May 15, 2001