In open fields of wild flowers, she breathes the air and flies away.
She thanks her Jesus for the daisies and the roses in no simple language.
Someday she'll understand the meaning of it all.

  He is more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens,
  As close as a heartbeat or song on her lips.
  Someday she'll trust Him, learn how to see Him.
  Someday He'll call her and she will come running
  And fall in His arms, the tears will fall down and she'll pray,

  I want to fall in love with You.
  I want to fall in love with You.
  I want to fall in love with You.
  I want to fall in love with You-
  hoo-hoo! Ooo-hoo! You-hoo-hoo!

Sitting silent wearing Sunday best.  The sermon echoes thru the walls;
A great salvation thru it calls to the people
who stare into nowhere,
Can't feel the chains on their souls.

  He is more than the laughter or the stars in the heavens,
  As close as a heartbeat or song on our lips.
  Someday we'll trust Him, learn how to see Him.
  Someday He'll call us and we will come running
  And fall in His arms, the tears will fall down and we'll pray,

  Ooo-hoo! You...
  We want to pray! Hi-gh!
  La la la la la la la, a
  La la la, la la la,
  La la la la la la la,
  La la la-ah.
  It seems too easy to call You Savior, not close enough to call You "God".
  So as I sit and think of the words I can mention to show my devotion,