Sometimes

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Sometimes every one of us feels
Like we’ll never be healed
Sometimes 
Sometimes every one of us aches
Like we’ll never be saved
Sometimes


When we’ve given up
Let your healing come
When theres nothing left
Let your healing come
Til were risin up
Let your healing come
Where You go we will follow
Where You go we will follow


It’s Your love that we adore
It’s like a sea without a shore
We’re lost in You, We're lost in You
It’s Your love that we adore
It’s like a sea without a shore
We’re lost in You, We're lost in You
Sometimes


Sometimes it’s like we'll never atone
For all the love we've known 
Sometimes like in a smile of a song
When you feel it come
Then that feelings gone
It flies


When we’ve given up
Let your healing come
When theres nothing left
Let your healing come
Til were risin up
Let your healing come
Where You go we will follow
Where You go we will follow


It’s your love that we adore
It’s like a sea without a shore
We’re lost in You, Were lost in You




Its your love we adore
Its like a sea without a shore
Don’t be afraid, Don’t be afraid


Just set your sail and risk the ocean
Show me grace
Let’s risk the ocean
Show me grace
Let’s risk the ocean
Show me grace
Let’s risk the ocean
Show me grace


Where you go we will follow
I’m on my knees
Where you go we will follow
Oh God send me
Where you go we will follow
I’m on my knees
Where you go we will follow
Oh God send me


It’s your love that we adore
It’s like a sea without a shore
We’re lost in You, Were lost in You
It’s your love that we adore
It’s like a sea without a shore
We’re lost in You, Were lost in You


Where you go we will follow


Where you go we will follow
I’m on my knees
Where you go we will follow
Oh God send me              


                                 

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