The Maker's Time

Duration

4:08

Genres

Folk

Description

Lyrics

My Lord, my dime, I talk to him all the time I ask, he spells, I follow his trail My Christ, my man, buried but rose again No shame, just love, an’ plenty enough How do you fill The Maker’s time? How did I cross his mind? To think, he had an eye for us Every day I live my life, falling on my knees at night Thank you God, for love - love My Lord, my will, riding me to rise I feel He plants, I grow, so I devote My Christ, my strength, an example for you and me No hate, just love, an’ plenty enough (CHORUS) (BREAK) My Lord, my rock, in him I put all my stock I break, he glues, as good as new My Christ, my slate, sent here to pave the way No lies, just love, an’ plenty enough (CHORUS)