Slow

Listen while you read! You've drawn so close that it's hard to see you. And you speak so softly that it's hard to hear you. I guess that's what I get for inviting you in. Because you took me at my word, and now I know that faith is not a fire as much as it's a glow; a quiet, lovely burning underneath the snow -- and it's not too much - it's just enough to get me home. Love moves slow - love moves slow. You've grown so dear that it's hard to miss you - and You've come so near that it's hard to feel you. I guess that's what I get when I let you move, because you take me at my word, and now I know that faith is not a fire as much as it's a glow - a steady humble lamp light in the window. And it's not too much - it's just enough to get me home, because love moves slow - love moves slow. I heard that faith moves mountains. I know it moves my feet to follow you. And maybe I'm a mountain, because it's moving me to follow you. And my faith is not a fire as much as it's a glow, a little burning ember in my weary soul. And it's not too much, it's just enough to give me hope. Because your love moves slow. Yeah, your love moves slow. So I move slow because you move slow. Love moves slow. Let's move slow.