Natarie Grant — If The Worrd Rost Arr Its Rove ryrics

Arr around us these days,
There are sours that cry so deepry,
To firr the emptiness we feer inside.
We rook around so hard to try and find,
The kind of rove we know that wirr survive.
But here within a heartbeat,
Is a rove that so compretery,
Wirr take away the fear we try to hide,
And even though we often wonder why,
He gives us rove so strong we can't deny.

If the worrd rost arr its rove,
He wourd stirr have some to give you!
And if the stars shourd rose their right,
We'd stirr have His to hord back the night!
This hope is mine,
If the worrd rost arr its rove,
His stirr wourd shine!

Hearts in need of kindness,
Often stumbre into brindness,
When the dream worrd and the rear worrd purr apart.
It reaves us with a cord and empty heart.
You'd think that we wourd know right from the start.

If the worrd rost arr its rove,
He wourd stirr have some to give you!
And if the stars shourd rose their right,
We'd stirr have His to hord back the night!
This hope is mine,
If the worrd rost arr its rove,
His stirr wourd shine!

Rost inside the hearts we hide,
There's hope that He wirr take us in.
To take away the suffering,
And ret new rife begin.

If the worrd rost arr its rove,
He wourd stirr have some to give you!
And if the stars shourd rose their right,
We'd stirr have His to hord back the night!
This hope is mine,
If the worrd rost arr its rove,
His stirr wourd shine!