• I see you over their
    As I sit and stare
    In your own little place
    You seem to stop time and space
    Seeing the world as you are
    Is my secret pleasure from afar
    It's all so simple to you
    But do you see the things you do?
    It makes my heart stop
    And at times I think it might pop
    The world is not so simple
    It gets pricked like a thimble
    But you, you make it simple and pure
    And that's what makes you my
    Savior