You make evil plans and you love every word and that's when I heard your tongue that could shave my face

I left the apartment to find someone more He knocked on the door and stood out on the staircase



God will move in and turn you around

You'll wake up each morning and jump rope



You turn the doorknob a mustard seed small had no chance at all to bloom and to grow in grace

From there you make sense of the God that He is and all that is His from all that you feel and display

Can we find others to seek after God, to praise and to laud, to glorify and to say



"God it's Your mercy that carries the day

We'll wake up each morning and jump rope."

He gives a crown to the ones with no hope it's time to elope

To skip the rope and to pray.