I say your name in my own way, with my own terms of endearment. Oh dear, oh dear. And I crave the same sentiment. I want it back. I need the same back.
I’ll say what is nice to get twice as much back. When will I give without wanting anything? When will I listen without my skin blistering? When will I love like I am loved?
I say your name in my own way, with my own terms of endearment. Oh dear, oh dear. And I crave the same sentiment. I want it back.I need the same back.
I lie for the rush. I fill you with refuse. My lines are decorated, exactly what you want to hear. I just keep giving to get. My affections are mine. My heart is sick, sick again.Giving to get, my affections are my own. Affinity renew. Make me new.
I say your name in my own way, with my own terms of endearment. Oh dear, oh dear. And I crave the same sentiment. I want it back.I need the same back.
Now I recall that being close began by being vulnerable Opening up my heart, along with my jaw and letting flow the flaws, disassembling their claws. As the cadence goes, my life unfolds, and Grace shows up. Always ending with being known and understood.
When I am lowly, lonely and thoughts don’t stop,I slow, slow, slow down and plead for peace. I know where to run. From Him comes affirmation. I seek to share the same. For the glory of God and for the sake of my brothers. I will always say His name.