Smell the color nine

viernes, 2 de mayo de 2008

I would take no for an answer,
Just to know I heard you speak,
And I'm wondering why I've never,
Seen the signs they claim they see,
A lotta special revelations,
Meant for everybody but me,
Maybe I don't truly know You,
or maybe I just simply believe...

'Cause I can sniff, I can see, and I can
count up pretty high; but these faculties
aren't getting me any closer to the sky,
but my heart of faith keeps poundin'
so I know I'm doin' fine but sometimes
[ Findin' You is just like tryin' to smell the color nine. ]
Smell the color nine...

Now I've never felt the presence,
But I know You're always near,
And I've never heard the calling,
But somehow You've led me right here,
So I'm not lookin' for burnin' bushes,
Or some Divine graffiti to appear,
I'm just beggin' You for Your wisdom,
And I believe You're puttin' some here...


Nine is not a color...
And if even if it were, you can't smell a color.
That's my point exactly.



| Smell The Color 9 |
words & music: Chris Rice


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