Like fog between the pine trees, He fills my every empty space.
Like rain to a dieing forest, He brings me life.
Like rain heavy clouds hide the sky, He blankets me in sweet revitalization.
Like mist on the wind, He covers what I dont need to see yet.
He shows me little pictures of His truths as we fly down damp roads.
Speeding on by.
Little pictures are hidden in my heart,
like little snapshots of time.
Filled with meaning.
These are what you would see if...
you looked through my eyes.
