This is the glory light
When sore eyes land your sight
And I can see what's ahead
I'll picture you in my bed
With your clothes on the floor
For I want nothing more
Nothing less then your grace
And that smile on your face
When it wakes in the shine
Of the sweet morning time
& I can see in your eyes
That I'm yours and your mine
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 8:04 PM UTC
This is the glory light
When sore eyes land your sight
And I can see what's ahead
I'll picture you in my bed
With your clothes on the floor
For I want nothing more
Nothing less then your grace
And that smile on your face
When it wakes in the shine
Of the sweet morning time
& I can see in your eyes
That I'm yours and your mine
