'I pray for you my daughter
I pray for you my son
To taste the Living Water
To know the Fathers Son
To know joy and feel His peace
His healing hands in yours
Willingly upon your knees
Like rain, the Spirit pours
My faith is a mustard seed
And so the mountain moves
Our God knows just what you need
His death is living proof
Your mother loves you dearly
Your Father loved you first
He sees your needs more clearly
He's seen you at your worst
And yet you are forgiven
Your sins are all washed clean
The Son died; and has risen
So you might be pristine
I pray for you my daughter
I pray for you my son
To taste the Living Water
To know the Fathers Son
Kim Boore © 2009
