by Britt Treece

Sunday morning, walk to church
I love this place
reminded of the faces and things I can't change
mistakes I've made you won't forgive
what a beautiful example of God's love

"you're not good enough to date my daughter"

Sunday morning, walk to church
I love this place
but I see your two faces
you leave this unresolved
leaving me torn without my love
what a beautiful example of God's love

"you're not good enough to date my daughter"

your words creep into my head
"you're worthless, you're nobody
but it's not personal"

I do not find my significance in you

find it in someone above, someone higher than you
it's taken years to learn
I'm not just a boy, I'm so much more than my years
grow up so fast, forced to grow up
"I choose you, My son"

I choose you, My son
know your life was hard, I give you something better
something far from this
this is My love for you
this is My love for you