Lying in the Hands of God

Baby, I'll be your soldier

Gladly, I'll do your bidding

For just a taste of what you're holding

For just a taste you could own me, me

Save your sermons for someone that's afraid to love

I'll be right here lying in the hands of God

Here it comes diving into me

Now the floor is the ceiling

If you never flew why would you

Cut the wings off a butterfly, fly

Save your sermons for someone that's afraid to love

If you knew what I feel then you couldn't be so sure

I'll be right here lying in the hands of God

If you feel angels in your hair

Teardrop of joy runs down your face

You will rise

Filling me up now drain me

Skin begins to grow back slowly

Faster until I'm choking

I really should call my mother, mother

Save your sermons for someone that's afraid to love

If you knew what I feel then you couldn't be so sure

I'll be right here lying in the hands of God

I am in love with nothing else

Teardrops of joy runs off my face

I will rise for someone that's afraid to love

If you knew what I feel then you couldn't be so sure

I'll be right here lying in the hands of God

Now the floor is the ceiling

If you never flew why would you

If you never flew why would you, you

Why would you