Verse 1:
He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

Pre-Chorus:
And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us so

Chorus 1:
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.

Verse 2:
We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
So Heaven meets earth like a sloppy wet kiss,
And the heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…

Chorus 2:
He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.
Yeah, He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves us,
Oh how He loves.

Memories,
Like the corners of my mind
Misty water-colored memories
Of the way we were
Scattered pictures,
Of the smiles we left behind
Smiles we gave to one another
For the way we were
Can it be that it was all so simple then?
Or has time re-written every line?
If we had the chance to do it all again
Tell me, would we? could we?
Memories, may be beautiful and yet
Whats too painful to remember
We simply choose to forget
So its the laughter
We will remember
Whenever we remember...
The way we were...
The way we were...

I found that typing my life and my thoughts out is actually an interesting way to uncork my heart.  Time passed by like a piece of super fine fiber set one fire, if they are super fine, then they should last longer, it was fast, it was easy.  I found myself sitting on a chair with my hair long, hands empty and mouth open looking into the sky begging for a heart of forgiveness, a heart of mercy, a heart of peace.   Once  I had a pair of knives full of blood in my hands and still stabbing and slashing onto them continuously until my muscles on my arms are fully used, hoped they wished they never lived.  Living in the acidulous  sourness and bitterness, unbelievably corrupted.  The intoxications of betrayal, lies, plastics and smiles are like the cankerous red wine continuously corroding my heart.  One day, I found myself sitting on my bed, looking over the memories that are soothing my mood, but the only thing I see in my eyes is the distortion of the truth that I think I believed.  Begging for peace, begging for mercy, begging for forgiveness, begging for.........