The whimsical strings of music fly,
in fluttering motion of this hearts eye.
Come count the cost for what was lost,
upon the dawn we'll rise.
Over wondering hilltop climb am I,
And loose the binds that made me cry.
Sing, oh Savior, sing sweet to me,
Over these war torn wings;
Hope in motion, this butterfly brings.
in fluttering motion of this hearts eye.
Come count the cost for what was lost,
upon the dawn we'll rise.
Over wondering hilltop climb am I,
And loose the binds that made me cry.
Sing, oh Savior, sing sweet to me,
Over these war torn wings;
Hope in motion, this butterfly brings.
