It’s really a combination, how I’m safe inside you.
Mysterious and prompt, the safe I’ve been looking for, for my whole existence.
I’ll be tallying benefits far past my grave.
Grace splashed with mercy kisses yeah I’m more than flattered this morning.
Day by day we’ll compose together for history catalogs silently, unseen.
It’s complex, these mysterious varieties of deliverance applied.
Adding up, beyond measure.
It is my pleasure to inform everyone how I’m loved, even in my darkest hours.
When I’m empty, God pours himself in a humble vessel with ease.
Without sweat, easy and gentle Sunday breeze through fragrant flowers and welcoming trees he has made.
