He Slides His Arms Around Me And I Forget Everything
Everything It doesn't matter where we are what we are doing
at his touch I forget what I am doing and I feel so happy
What Is it in that Boy's eyes that makes me want to run away with him
I look in his eyes and I'm home and nothing matters
He Gently takes my purpose weightlessly from my hands and heals me
Without a single word it wouldnt matter if we were homeless
a bit of cardboard scrap on the street is fine and a perfumed bed is fine too
I lose all sight of meaning in his tender arms It's just Happiness
In Jesus' Name,
Amen!