It Makes Me Think of You
Everytime I breathe in air, it makes me think of you;
For your love is so sweet, honest, and true;
Evertime I do wrong it makes me think of you;
For no one can forgive like you the whole day through;
Everytime I close my eyes it makes me think of you;
For nothing is more precious than looking at your view;
Now Lord, I can't wait for the day you come and get me too;
For now I'm ready to go stay beyond the sky so blue.
Copyright © Ambrielle Witteborg | Year Posted 2007
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