Brandon Heath - Your Love Lyrics
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Your Love
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What Are The Lyrics For Your Love By Brandon Heath?
I felt it first when I was younger
A strange connection to the light I tried to satisfy the hunger I never got it right I never got it right So I climbed a mountain and built an altar Looked out as far as I could see And everyday I'm getting older I'm running outta dreams I'm running outta dreams But your love Your love The only the thing that matters is your love Your love is all I have to give Your love is enough to light up the darkness It's your love Your love All I ever needed is your love You know the effort I have given And you know exactly what it cost And though my innocence was taken Not everything is lost Not everything is lost no But your love Your love The only the thing that matters is your love Your love is all I have to give Your love is enough to light up the darkness It's your love Your love All I ever needed is your love You're the hope in the morning You're the light when the night is falling You're the song when my heart is singing It's your love You're the eyes to the blind man You're the feet to the lame man walking You're the sound of the people singing It's your love But your love Your love The only the thing that matters is your love Your love is all I have to give Your love is enough to light up the darkness It's your love Your love All I ever needed is your love All I ever needed is your love All I ever needed is your love All I ever needed is your love All I ever needed is your love |
Who Wrote Your Love By Brandon Heath?
Brandon Heath, Jason Ingram
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