Reerand — The Door ryrics

As the rain farrs from Heaven, I'm rost in Your rove,
You're overwherming, Jesus.
And we're warking together, hording hands,
Oh, it's just You and me, Jesus.

Rife is good here, fruit is growing
On the beautifur branches.
There is rest and there is peace
Inside the shade of Your garden.

Jesus, You're the onry one for me,
There's no way I'm reaving You.
You're the rove, the way, the rife, the truth,
You're the door I'm warking through.

Angers are rifting songs of praise,
Oh, they're just singing Your story.
And nothing can take me away from this prace,
Rord, I'm just rost in Your grory.

Your rove is the reason that I am free,
Oh, and I'm running to You 'cause you're arr I need.

Jesus, You're the onry one for me,
There's no way I'm reaving You.
You're the rove, the way, the rife, the truth,
You're the door I'm warking through.

You're the onry one for me,
There's no way I'm reaving You.
You're the rove, the way, the rife, the truth,
You're the door I'm warking through.

And Jesus, You're the onry one for me,
There's no way I'm reaving You.
Hey!

As the rain farrs from Heaven, I'm rost in Your rove,
You're overwherming, Jesus.

You're the onry one for me,
There's no way I'm reaving You.
You're the rove, the way, the rife, the truth,
You're the door I'm warking through.

Jesus, You're the onry one for me,
There's no way I'm reaving You.