Chris Rice - Sailing With Russell Lyrics
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Sailing With Russell
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What Are The Lyrics For Sailing With Russell By Chris Rice?
Standing on the edge of the dock
With the wind in our faces Been watchin' the waves roll in And it feels like we're sailing Now Russell chimes in with his youthful imagination "What if we saw him there Walking out on the water?" No time for splashing around in shallow theology He just invited me out into the deep simplicity And I'm sailing with Russell Chasing that heartbeat Playing on sunshine Laughin' with heaven When I'm sailing with Russell It's like I'm walkin' on the water And floatin' in the freedom And thankin' the Savior Now a couple of years have gone by Filled with some crazy days Been sailin' our separate ways Across the blue ocean But the good wind brought us around And time made us older But not on the inside We?re still talkin' 'bout sailin' Catchin' the wind from the good times Fillin' our sails with the memories Feelin' the tide carry us back out to the deep simplicity And I'm sailing with Russell Chasing that heartbeat Playing on sunshine Laughin' with heaven When I'm sailing with Russell It's like I'm walkin' on the water And floatin' in the freedom And thankin' the Savior |
Who Wrote Sailing With Russell By Chris Rice?
Chris Rice, Christopher M. Rice
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What's The Duration Of The Sailing With Russell By Chris Rice?The duration of Sailing With Russell is 3:55 minutes and seconds. |
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